The Future Is A Dream

I wonder if there's a word that can accurately describe certain dreamers. They do more than rest their heads at night and let their minds bloom into a boiled pot of past sights and sounds and new automatic cloud thoughts. They make it their life and work. They draw, paint, film, play, sing, and write the electricity that bursts inside them. People like André Masson, Michel Gondry, Sandra Cisneros, Jean Cocteau. They should be celebrated, instead of living as a short blip of notice from time to time and dying quietly as the black marks of language in our books. For they are like the aerials of a radio or a television, fine-tuned on fancy and fantasy.

Pipilotti Rist is also one of those people.

Death Party

I was perusing the Yeborobo MySpace earlier and noticed something I hadn't seen before: a flier. I was so delighted I took it up in mine little hands and decided to paint the town bloody with it!

THE VIOLETS, EIOH, AND YEBOROBO?! 'TIS A DREAM. IF YOU ARE IN LONDON, DO NOT MAKE PLANS. INSTEAD, WALK THY LEGGR HERE.

Also, a few songs I had uploaded for someone and - if you don't have them - they don't deserve to go to waste:

-Wimple Winch - Save My Soul
-Broadcast - Tears In The Typing Pool
-The Sugarcubes - Blue-Eyed Pop
-Konki Duet - Il Fait Tout Gris
-The Magic Mixture - (I'm So) Sad

KAP BAMBINO!

You know when you hear or read about a band, casually, by chance, skimming through a blog or eavesdropping on the scene kids in line behind you, and you totally disregard it? And then later, when you finally "rediscover" the music attached to the name, the songs plow right through your chest and brain like a rusty chainsaw? Maybe not, but that's exactly what happened to me last week when I listened to Kap Bambino. A few weeks ago I had read an article on the French two-piece, or rather the banshee vocalist Khima France (AKA Caroline Martial), found it interesting, and then completely forgot about them. I don't know what triggered it but somehow I stumbled across their page in the MySpace sea and I haven't looked back since. This is the kind of raw, trashy-as-fuck electro I dream of. Can you really blame me for being batshit crazy about this group?

Kap Bambino - Zero Life

Kap Bambino - Neutral