The John Roome Witchman influence is hard to miss, apparent in the
crunchy-dirty beats, echoey samples, and haunting feel. It's a desperate dance
club at the very edge of the universe. An apocalyptic vision of the Star Wars
cantina on Tatooine years after the rave scene came and went. Trails out almost
to a whisper around 2:45 then slowly builds back up, adding elements, gaining
momentum, building back the chugging, rolling rhythm until 3:50 when we're all
the way back, really rolling in the cut. The 'keep on moving' sample, spoken,
almost sung, emplores us in a defiant sassy way. It's as if our lives depend on
it. It sloshes and reels and chugs, bouncing about in its own power, like a
deamon possessing a dirvish.![]()
Yeah I know it's only a matter of time before some Underworld junkie comes along and tells me where this track originally came from. I'm quite sure it exists outside of the Chillout Annual 2002 release (where, incidentally, it dovetails nicely into "One Too Many Mornings" by The Chemical Brothers. Oh come on, it grooves the hell out of my shit. There, I said it. Eff you).
Anyway, this track... its like building up to then achieving "the zone" (corny, but roll with me here). You work to it, you get to it, you're there and you really start to take off man, but in a sublime way. In a metaphysical way, like realizing that the key to life is the result of your comprehension of the cream filling inside a twinkie. Perhaps it's a blissful realization in slow-motion, captured with high-speed film for the highlight reel. To sum it up, the whole thing, start to finish, in a single word, sublime.
Aright, here's the thing with this one. The verses are sort of ok, somewhat tolerable (read: suck) but everything else is brilliant. Ho man, that opening with the guitar and bass, then comes the Kiedis with the chorus. Lonely and sad, and delightful. Then we limp into the first verse. But like I said, it's absolutely all about the refrain... windows down, stereo cranks, and I sing along with reckless, dorkified abandon. But only the refrain. Fuck the verses. Too complicated. Hell, sometimes I even try to harmonize (just like Flea).
The Indie BibleHonestly there's not a lot that hasn't already been said about The Indie Bible. There isn't a single negative review about this book to be found anywhere on the planet, at least as far as I've seen. Here's my crack at it.
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9/17/2004 @ The Tank:
DREAM INTO DUST [12mid]
http://www.dreamintodust.com/
AKRON/FAMILY (Young God Records) [11pm]
http://www.akronfamily.com/
GRANDVIEW GRAMMAR (members of STARS LIKE FLEAS) [10pm]
http://slf.praemedia.com/
THE TANK
432 W 42 ST. NYC
http://www.thetanknyc.com/
five dollars
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