Japanese Intelligence Mind Control
Japanese Inteligence Mind Control, the work of one Vicki Churchill, is an introspective, piano driven but not controlled, experimental hunt for the unseen and unheard in deepest, darkest, London town. This ‘Televators‘ for Brits track has little aspiration but a whole lot of creepy ambience: not the sort of track to listen to when you’ve missed the last bus home. You will Hold Your Breath walking around every corner. Unsettling is putting it lightly.
Artist: Japanese Inteligence Mind Control
Mp3: Slow Scenes
Mucaca Mullata are the latest project from former Art Brut powerhouse/ rhythm (maybe) guitarist Chris Chinchilla and the ashes of London Punks Rhesus. They name my favourite indie punkers in the world right now, The Bridge Gang as an influence. With this sort of an introduction I was hoping to God this’d be good music so that I could just talk about these guys. Changes is the optimists’ guitar pop salute to getting fed up and fucking off, not sitting around waiting for it to happen. It’s the music that makes me proud of (some aspects) British music: honest and fun, indie and pop songs that don’t get lost in their ever inflating ego or the blackhole of orchestral arrangements. They just look out of their window and talk about whats up with the world and how shit their town is. Some manage this eloquently with great entertainment and little prentense. The Chinchilla and crew accomplish this feat.
Writing blogs gives me a lot of pleasure; usually when I discover a band or artist that stops me in my tracks and I listen to little else for the next few days.
Stevetronic is the product of a cut and paste attitude and an appetite for kids TV theme tunes that their therapist knows nothing about. So ‘A Scholar and a Physician’ decide to screw everything up and push kids TV theme tunes over the edge. They collect up the pieces in the morning after the destruction happened, and begin to reassemble them in the right order with a few added beats and loops and samples, into a kids TV tune that is more the story of dancefloor legend who gets lost in the music (and drugs) believing the dancefloor is the setting for his own sci-fi nightmare complete with lasers, white noise, bass monsters, dry-ice poison, and a biologic prison of legs and flailing arms. It ain’t pretty, but you’ll be back.
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