It’s a long weekend treatathon round here at StinkInc acres, with a coupla clips I’ve been meaning to postulate and some mixes and tracks that have been burning a hole in my …err hard drive, I guess.
To kick off, I’ve been meaning to post the competition trouncing clip for James Duncan’s ‘The Cupboard’s Bare’ for a coupla weeks now, my procrastination knows no bounds. Without any assistance vid clip wise we have gone guerilla with his exceedingly excellent ‘Hello-Fi’ album enlisting talented, willing and frankly slightly susceptible folk to come up with eye magic beyond compare. For this track James suggested a step further, and we opened it up competition style and fashion. David O Gifford of Fielding, who came up with this brilliant interpretation, was a unanimous winner for his dusty, stop animation delight.
The best advice with me and Busy Signal is basically… don’t start me. His duff tunes still rate higher than many of his contemps best, and as this video medley amply demonstrates he’s not prepared to limit his talent stylewise. Seven cuts, several of which have featured up hear in the last year, flash past in record time and since the mark of VP is on this perhaps it means a follow up to ‘Loaded’ is imminent. Predictably the VP website reveals a fat load of fuck all, fingers crossed then. Enjoy.
In general I like to keep the nearest thing Stinky Grooves has to a vague rule type thing – if possible, why bother going through the same door as everyone else, when there are so many others to choose from – running on StinkInc. The exception is of course the exceptional, them things that shine so outrageously that to not play, post or draw attention to them would be downright foolish and self-defeating. So like the Busy vid above these next couple of bitses are well present elsewhere around the internets but more than worthy of a prod with the pongy pointer.
Some noise, in fact some riotously uproarious noise needs to be made about Sonido Martines’s ‘Nueva Cumbia Argentina’ compilation for DJ/rupture’s constantly probing Soot label. I first cropped up on this while searching for digital delights at Juno Downloads a few weeks ago, and having been fully primed by the utterly essential 12″ that pre-empted it a few months ago, had no hesitation in snaffling all of the tracks that I hadn’t already got my grubby mitts on, instantaneously. In fact you can find one of those already unleashed on wax, Mr Martines’s own stunning retool of Los Destellos, on ‘Stinkbombs 808 – Heavyweight Honking’, which can still be absorbed and what have you via this post (couple of the DL links are dead but there’s a few still standing).
Hanyways Sonido Martines has had quite an effect on Stinky Grooves over the last wee while, with gear like his incredible Chicha mixtape, and the crazy Cumbia Rebajadas mixtape that required something a little stronger than Robotussin, to fully appreciate. It’s pretty fair to say that if you see his name involved, then you’re in for a quality ride, and you’re going to be unlocking some gear that would probably be impossible to access otherwise. This album has many gems that have wafted their way across the Stinky Grooves airwaves including one of the veritable plethora of standout’s from El Hijo De Cumbia’s ‘Freestyle De Ritmo’ album (also on Soot, purchase without prejudice..one of the best albums of the year period), all four tracks from the aforementioned ‘lady’s on the mic/gents on the mixing board’ teaser 12″, a non-album track from Chancha Via Circuito (ditto on his breathtaking mini-mellow-mal album ‘Rodante’) and some gear that hadn’t reached me yet like DJ Taz’s borderline brilliant/dreadful ‘Danza Macabra’ and finally something from the very very promising Fantasma (we’ve run their Jerry Dammers approved ‘Ghost Town’ cover on SG) that isn’t un-usable 128kbps biz.
Basically it’s a bobby dazzler, a crucial compile an exceptional excess essential item. They’ve accommodatingly made two tracks available for blogger type action and those are presented for you below. Then it is your duty to your own ears and sanity to follow the links, and support these marvelous machinations with some of your pristine pennies or pesos, ching chinging cents or durrty dollars..
Buy from Juno DL, available at plenty of other places too. CD on way I guess.
Los Destellos … still going
El Hijo De La Cumbia …. the don! Alika
Not the usual DIV embedded malarkey, control click etc
Before we leave the cumbia circuit you simply HAVE to check this free mental mix from Zurita. The geezer got some well deserved shine here for his brave and brilliant nuevo cumbia transpant of Suicide’s ‘Ghost Rider’ so no big rants but his new mix ‘The Great Cumbia Swindle’ is simply stunning. Anyone messing with the acapella of Screechy Dan’s ‘Give It To Me’, one of the many Kenny Dope productions that is grafted into the heart of any and every worthwhile DJ who was dishing out the damage 15 or so years ago, is potentially doodling in the sacred texts in my metaphorical book – but dang if Zurita doesn’t absolutely slay it. The whole mix is an insane chop shop of Sud Amerikan flavour getting a vigorous workout courtesy of everything from Primal Scream to Daddy Freddy and all points inbetween. It ends with a Boredoms track fer chrissakes, this is gold. DO NOT DELAY YOUR DL. (ay?!) Is free.
It is to my perpetual chagrin, that we never managed to make it to the dance that Heatwave were holding after Sunday’s Carnival exertions. However – DJ gigs the two nights before, jetlag and a most excellent and different day of Carnivalising with the fam, put paid to the kind of energy I’d need to get my senses properly singed by the Heatwave crew. I had hoped to find some more inroads into the appeal or hype of UK Funky at Carnival, but that didn’t really happen and short of pinching Kode 9’s record box (not a bad idea really, he had gear that was intergalactic dark funk(y) genuinely on another level ) I remain a slightly bewildered observer to the whole malarkey. This ‘Funky Bashment’ set (commissioned by the ultra checkworthy XLR8R site) goes straight to the heart of the matter, with the most raggacentric slant you could possibly wish to find. True to form it’s put together blindingly, undoubtedly mixed to buggery but still giving the tracks enough room, a heap of of un-inspiring net DJ folk could learn a lot from Heatwave. Funkywise I remain on the fence at best, naturally there’s some downright charming shit on the mix and a few real standouts, but those happy hardcore-esque riffs and sounds and the un-challenging nature of most of it just doesn’t reach me. Make your own mind up, enough of my wibbling.
This was intended as a quick couple ootubes and a shifty song on a quiet Friday night, and I was also intending to big up James Duncan’s first live appearance, with a group rather than a laptop, for company. Well, by now, that was last night, and what a treat it was to hear the songs from ‘Hello-Fi’ resplendent in on-stageness. It began brilliantly, if a touch tentatively, with an intoxicating take on ‘A Obvious’ and concluded with a blissblitzathon ‘…Of Everyone Around You’ rendition, with the band getting well open, dolloping out shards of mesmeric massiveness with scant regard for public safety, and unustainable amounts of jaw-droppery and chin-strokery, from a crowd that really seemed to catch the JD vibes. Top props to James, Sean, Chris, Chelsea and Finn alongside SP Cartier, Nick Rough’un and Paul McK for making that event happen. Watch it grow.
Finally on a straight track tip here’s a couple to keep the wolf from the door and hopefully initiate some power of suggestion type shop-alopping arrangement. I’m (marginally) forgoing the usual lengthy meaningless ramble and links (you can all Google better than me no doubt) in order to not turn this post into a Monday, or worse, affair and to avoid epic postulatory proportions.
The most agreeable entry into the world of Traktor, and the ongoing dilemmas of how much space music takes up, has led me into going through the shelves of CDs and identifying those that demand entry into the NI klub/those that have only one decent track that can be siphoned off and sold/those that will be ulitmate keepers. As a result I can forsee a few joyful re-discoveries popping up on StinkInc, and to begin with here’s a smidgen of indubstrial inspiration from Coil in 1990. I’m so chuffed that I located the CD as my 12″ seems to have disappeared amongst the rabble, this psych-dub bellathon is still so fresh, and has got me looking forward to dragging some more Coil bits out of the CD boxes. As far as I can make out this is no longer available and even the CD goes for a decent price (hmmmm) so it’s up at 192 but if you want a 320 (the production is so good, every single sound is pristine and perfectly placed… you owe it to yourself) drop me a line or hail up in the much neglected comments and we’ll get it sauteed.
Expect more odd delights from the past in the weeks and months, to come, in fact expect a fair bit as we are about to hit post #100 and not long after that StinkInc will be 1 whole year old. Usual scenario… you get the presents – I’ll be writing them posts and uploading that hooha. Next up one of the many Japanese DJ’s who I have a lot of time for, DJ Baku. It was a right delight to play alongside him a couple of years back, and like his buddy Kentaro he is a man who is mercifully free of herd like behaviour, choosing to find his own angle. He also doesn’t do the English but managed to express plenty with bows, grins and gestures (especially when presented with little local vegetable matter to see him through his trip…. his eyes were like the Blackpool Illuminations!) Baku’s records are another thing again and alonsgide the heavy-hop d’n’b metalising that laces his DJ sets, there always seems to be out of place, but spot-on, stuff like ‘Satya Dream’ – the track that really sent me from his ‘Dharma Dance’ album. In fact letting that album run, while I’ve been writing and musing and whatnot, has me fiending for his new’un ’12 Japs’ which looks a bit mighty, expect more on that soon. This track is very Sunday arvo really, enjoy, and hinvestigate.
Roight as promised, the word is im doing a 7-10 stint at the Vibe Bar tomorrow night and I am rrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrready like Tony The Tiger on a sugar overload.
Upstairs At The Ritzy was VIP business, intimate but rocking, the combination of Bank Holiday, Reading and Leeds…let alone the summoning up of powers for Carnivalistic delight and crowdcrushery, always meant this would be one for the heads…but we did have a few bodies through by the end of the night too. Top notch, even if I did have to resort to a frikkin iPod when ‘puter dramas made a spicy start to the night. Just as well I did dash to Soho for necessary vinylisation this morning……. and picked up some scorchers!!!
Talking of Carnival, I’ve been meaning to give a plugotito to Heatwave’s Sunday night after shindig when they go toe to toe with LostBahnhoff. The promotionally savvy Gabriel was keen for me to post a track with this flyer featuring their erstwhile MC Rubi Dan getting a a bit house and garden on it. To be honest the track wasn’t really in my metaphorical olfactory yard and plenty more efficient bloggers than I have answered Gabriel’s klaxon call and posted it already….some time ago…come on, I’ve had an ocean or two to cross and a hemisphere to straddle.
So flyer below for what should be a monstrous evening (Heatwave are on early….it’s the new black) and check the track elsewhere if you fancy a bit of doofery. We’re really hoping to make it but it may possibly be a tall order after consecutive gigging nights, a day of Carnival with the fam and a foolish and reprehensible journey down south in the morning (which is frankly far closer than is polite right now, in time and space terms) in search of 2nd hand goodness.
It’s obviously late…and I’m obviously rambling, so lets wrap this up before I take someone’s eye out..most likely my own.
post London post soon, once present London calms down a little………………………………….
I have a serious problem with restraint when it comes to music, and it seems to have extended to posting. A couple of tunes, a little blather – I think to myself. Then I head into the cavernous pit of my digital music folder or iTunes, and before you know it there’s the best part of a dozen contenders bustling it out, shooting me sneaky glances and ‘just a little bit of blog love, guvnor…’ and that small, rapid, manageable post is out the window.
It’s happened yet again, so reluctantly I’m going to split up the proposed postulation into a trio of family-fun-sized, more svelte outbursts over the next week or two.
Kicking off has to be Kode 9, aka Steve Goodman, who will be here in just a couple of weeks. I can think of few people I’d rather have on the upcoming musical calendar, and I’m also looking forward to warming the room up from 10.30 on the night. That early slot should allow a chance to stretch out the styles and wang in some weird ones, and there is so much goodly gear around at the minute I’m fully forecasting a pleased as a porcine creature inna faeces scenario from my end, even if there may be tumbleweed on the dancefloor and cobwebs at the bar.
Hanyways Mr 9, front cover starlet of a recent Wire magazine, should need no introduction. If there is a more consistent and progressive artist to have emerged out of the latest branch of London’s bass culture tree…. well the chances are, they are recording for his Hyperdub label too. I can’t help feeling that the success and relentless strike rate of the label (and of course, obviously Burial) has resulted in the actual Kode 9 releases not quite getting the shine they should. That was certainly the case with ‘Memories Of The Future’ which is an album that simply gets better with time, and as a result is never far from the stinking stereo. I’ve blathered on about Kode 9 previously, so we’ll leave it at that but AK and surrounds readers – you simply MUST come to hear what the man plays. Word is tickets are shifting apace and it would be wicked to see it sell out in advance, so don’t sleep.
I’m hoping that his set will give me a gateway into the ‘funky’ fandangle that is literally setting hipsterati bloggers on fire (oh I wish) and causing much media frothing and DJ dapping in (and outwards from) the UK. I have dutifully DL’d tracks that are raved about as the cats’ pyjamas (danger – we could be an an unintended animalist syntaxethetic slew here) but aside from a few cuts that seem to me be pleasingly hypertweaked, klub-ground soca, I have yet to find my way in. I’m hoping that in the hands of a sonic adventurer like Goodman, and with a club system as the natural environment I will catch the drift that has been rapidly turning into an avalanche.
Whatever newly created genre umbrella it falls under, this remix of Lee Perry and Samia Farah’s ‘Yellow Tongue’ is the proverbial flaming stuff, there is a sense of deliberation with every sound used and the overall momentum that is countered by deft dubbing on the vocal snatches. Brilliant stuff, go and buy the record or high quality files if that’s your fancy and if you’re a local get down to Beat Merchants for a ticket.
this is the album it’s originally from, available everywhere
YELLOW TONGUE (DUB) – LEE ‘SCRATCH’ PERRY vs KODE 9
Londoner Jack Dunning, better known as Untold made his presence well felt last year with his soundsystem worrying, Kingdom on the mighty Hessle Audio – from memory both of the selections on the flip copped an airing or few too. I was also really taken with his less celebrated remix of Dark Angel’s ruff and ragga’d ‘Cool & Humble’ on Boka, Iwhich was anything but template raggastepper.
This tune is stupid – stupid as in fresh, and stupid as in stupid! Almost Jean Jacques Perrey-esque in it’s unapologetic, choppy style and bountiful quota of excellent squeaks, squiggles and thuds, the vinyl of this touched down today and it’s positively seismic. Alongside forthcoming hooha on his own Hemlock label, he’s also got a remix coming up for Moderat’s ‘Sea Monkey’ and I’m expecting fireworks on that score.
You can check a recent mix (I haven’t had time yet, but it looks positively sultry) of his from the ever excellent FACT magazine here and the Martin ‘Blackdown’ Clark has words (nice ones, not the other kind of ‘having words’) with his Untoldlyness over at the hipsteroid hub that is Pitchfork. No need for me to regurgitaterate the guff on the geez so get your stinking linking fingers on.
Buy the 12″ from Boomkat or locally go to a retailer who stocks Samurai
This track is priceless. For those that don’t know Terre Thaemlitz is a transgendersing tonal terrorista who has released a veritable trailerload squared of some pretty amazing, and also pretty severely fucked-up music and noise since the early 90’s. His/hers 1999 7″ for A-Musik, the snappily titled ‘A-Musik Presents A Program Of… A-Muzak’ is a top chart smash around our gates, and has been for a decade now I guess.
Under the superb nom-de-disque DJ Sprinkles, Thaemlitz makes immaculate, truly deep house music that is pretty much guaranteed to take you back and remind you of how awfully wrong it’s gone (with notable exceptions), and how incredibly right it can be. This track and much of the album tells the hidden story of house, the entire lyrics/text can be found here (scroll down to the bottom for that, or check samples from the rest of the album at the top before the gobbledygook). It begins with ‘House isn’t so much a sound as a situation. There must be a hundred records with voice-overs asking, “What is house?” The answer is always some greeting card bullshit about “life, love, happiness….”. Amen to that (though it’s alright if it’s DJ Pierre or someone else exceptional).
By the end of this gem, on the highly discerning Japanese label Mule Music, Thaemlitz says ‘Twenty years later, major distribution gives us Classic House, the same way soundtracks in Vietnam war films gave us Classic Rock. The contexts from which the Deep House sound emerged are forgotten: sexual and gender crises, transgendered sex work, black market hormones, drug and alcohol addiction, loneliness, racism, HIV, ACT-UP, Thompkins Sq. Park, police brutality, queer-bashing, underpayment, unemployment and censorship – all at 120 beats per minute. These are the Midtown 120 Blues.’
If my fiendish plan works this short slice will encourage you to investigate the rest of this album, which in some ways is hardly revolutionary, in other ways completely is. It’s mainly considerably less vocal than this introductory scene setter, and it’s all incredibly personal, unfathomably deep house of the very highest order, that is rigid in terms of the classic architecture, but flexible in its approach and content. This is 3am Harry’s couch NYC business from the days of yore, I can shower no higher praise on Sprinkles.
I need a late pass on this one, Gabriel from Heatwave sent through the details a while back but I’ve not managed to muster up a post to put it in, and then forgot late last night, post-show. You should know the dilly (how quaint) with Heatwave by now, as in running things and what have you. This is their latest roots/one drop mix, and as ever it’s well worthy of yer bandwidth. They reckon it’s perfect for blazing out of car windows and listening to on hot sunny days, I’d add it’s nay half bad in front of the fire or wandering up Balmoral Road with what feels like an Arctic originated blast to contend with. Make merry with your clicking devices.
Mr Vegas – Old School Hustling (Heavenless Riddim)
Major Lazer feat Mr Lexx & Santigold – Hold The Line
Gappy Ranks – Put The Stereo On
Erup & Nature – Trample Dem (Multipurpose Stadium Riddim)
Beres Hammond – I Feel Good (I Feel Good Riddim)
Beres Hammond & Donovan Germain – I Feel Dub (I Feel Good Riddim)
General Degree – Jah Will Provide (I Feel Good Riddim)
Delly Ranx – Pleasure Pain (Comfort Zone Riddim)
Buju Banton – Pretty Every Time (Comfort Zone Riddim)
Cornadoor – Chocolate Fudge (Rougher Yet Riddim)
Some very sad news, Eon aka Ian Loveday passed away last week. Tracks like ‘Spice’ and ‘Fear:The Mindkiller’ were massive in AK across a bunch of scenes, and justifiably so. It’s hard to go past those early classics because they were so iconic and yet strangely timeless, but he continued to make his own distinctive scifi techno/electro including a couple of stonkers for lomg time compardre J Saul Kane’s Electron Industries. Sadly great producers and musicians are hitting their mortal run-off groove all the time and I dont want this to become an obituary page, but I really felt this deserved a mention, and a chance to celebrate an amazing musical life with the video below.
Aaaaand finally, there’s a nice and decent tribute to our fallen comrade Big Matt, to mark two years since we lost one of the powerhouses and architects of our scene, and one of the most positive, upfull people you could ever wish to meet.
It’s this Sunday, the 28th at the Ponsonby Social Club from 5, free entry, with Peter Mac Selecto, Mikey Sampson, Megan and The Chaplin will all be playing the music that Matt loved, and he loved a LOT of good music, see you there.
Most times it’s hard enough to squeeze a half-legible post out of my own sorry self, let alone giving anyone else’s trumpet a parp. However when the gregarious Gabriel from London nouveau-bashmenteers Heatwave slipped me a mail kindly asking if I could shine a light on their renkingly robust Rowdy Bashment 2008 mix…. well how could I resist?
For those that don’t know…. more’s the pity. Their own bloggy activities are often so in tune with my personal flavours that it’s uncanny, last week I played Mr (not very retired) Vegas’s excellent ‘Herbman Hustling’ remake, the next day it pops up here. I pick out the refreshing bounce of ‘No Disturb Sign’ (also on the welcome return of the ‘Heavenless’ rhythm) from Cecile’s re-vamped ‘Worth It’ album as a must-play on Stinky Grooves, and before I even had the chance to run it, well looky here.
It was their stunning (and still superior) mix for the Blogarhythms series that spawned Soul Jazz’s mighty ‘England Story’ comp, and even though I wish someone would put the END in blend, their Punchline label has always had enough of a different angle to maintain interest. Quite simply they’ve got it going on.
Soooo it’s a privilege to be able to link you to this little dose of rawkus reggaematical business they have put together, called Rowdy Bashment 2008. Typically it’s chopped up like a samurai swordsman going for a productivity bonus, untypically the selection is tighter than a weta’s battyhole, reminding me of when mixtapes were actually something you bought from dodgy fellers on the street, and shady shops in Fulton Mall, and the like.
Enough of my endless drivel, hit the links below and cop 79 tracks in 74 minutes, plenty of these were picked out for Stinky Grooves over the last year or so, and many that I passed on rub up just right in the truncated terrordome that is ……. ROWDY BASHMENT 2008.
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