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The newly released Artifacts/yclept 2-disc compilation Necroscopix (1970-1981) is a simple documentary survey of a very particular time and place; a sliver of a local culture — made in imitation of, or perhaps as a salute to the work of musicologist, Dick Spottswood, one of our heroes. The best stories can’t be told in this amount of space, but here’s an outline.“…in Richmond, or in any Southern city for that matter, you do see types now and then which depart from the norm. The South is full of eccentric characters; it still fosters individuality. And the most individualistic are of course from the land, from the out of the way places.”
— Henry Miller,
“The Air-Conditioned Nightmare” (1945)
The oddest of us were, to be sure, not from the Big City, but while many here came from places like Boones Mill, Roanoke, Martinsville, Clarksville and Culpeper in Virginia, and Winston-Salem and Greensboro in North Carolina, nearly half came from the D.C.
via The Quietus
Next week, City Slang are giving Anna von Hausswolff’s second album of dark-hued, cinematic pop Ceremony a worldwide release.
Says von Hausswolff of the album: “I didn’t just want Ceremony to be a collection of songs. I wanted it to be like a film, with every single part connected to the other, with shifting moods and settings, but a thread holding all the tracks together. I listen to a lot of film scores, and in many the music is able to move freely without the typical structures that we find in commercial music.”
She recorded part of her follow-up to 2010’s Singing From The Grave in her hometown of Gothenburg, making use of the Annedalskyrkan cathedral’s organ, as evident on the sweeping sprawl of ‘Deathbed’
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Amid the collection of thugs, sycophants, stone-eyed killers and over-promoted incompetents who comprised the wartime leadership of Nazi Germany, Joseph Goebbels stood out. For one thing, he was genuinely intelligent—he had earned a doctorate in Romantic literature before becoming Hitler’s propaganda chief. For another, he understood that his ministry needed to do more than merely hammer home the messages of Hitler’s ideology.
Goebbels knew he needed to engage—with an increasingly war-weary German public, and with the Allied servicemen whose morale he sought to undermine. This clear-eyed determination to deal with reality, not fantasy, led him to some curious accommodations. None, however, were quite so strange as his attempts to harness the dangerous attractions of dance music to Hitler’s cause. It was an effort that led directly to the creation of that oxymoron in four-bar form: a Nazi-approved, state-sponsored hot jazz band known as Charlie and His Orchestra.By the late 1930s, swing and jazz were by far the most popular music of the day, for dancing and for listening.
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Do you like porn? Do you like music? Then you’ll love this album from Hometape.
My housemate spent the best part of his second year at University watching hours-upon-hours of porn. You may be thinking that’s pretty standard for a dude at Uni, but he’s actually produced a pretty sick album out of it. He’s taken hundreds of samples from porn videos found on Redtube and has come up with ‘The Redtube Album’.
If I’m going to be honest I was pretty creeped out when I found out about this, thinking there had only been a mere wall dividing us when I so naively assumed he was, as a philosophy student, contemplating the meaning of life, or just getting high – or both. However, having given the album a listen I’m really impressed by it. It’s been dubbed by Wonderland magazine as ‘blissed-out and slightly creepy electronic’ which I totally agree with.
This guy doesn’t seem like your stereotypical fundamentalist to me.
It’s sort of amazing that it took an astronaut so long to make a music video in space, now that I think about it … and no surprise that David Bowie’s “Space Oddity” was the song that Chris Hadfield chose to perform on the International Space Station. 44 years after it was first a hit, it’s blowing up all over again…
Don Cherry, trumpet, illustrating an Andre Breton poem in various Paris locations. Breton poem read by Anthony Braxton.