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Showing posts with label friendly fires. Show all posts
Showing posts with label friendly fires. Show all posts
Wednesday, 23 April 2014
Balearic Berkshire And A Remix
Today I offer you two Weatherall related items that popped up when I was away that you might have missed.
First a twenty minute documentary about the late 80s Berkshire acid house scene, documenting the spread of house music, clubbing, drugs and loose fit clothing from the Balearic islands to the Home Counties, a scene Mr Weatherall was an early part of- Shoom, Boys Own, Terry Farley and Primal Scream all included. It's highly recommended and a great watch, the pictures and footage especially. It's also amazing both how long ago it all looks and how beautifully romantic it all seems, as your past is served up as history. You can find it here courtesy of Dazed Digital.
And from the old days to bang up to date, there's a remix of the very recent Asphodells and Friendly Fires track Before Your Eyes by Jack Savidge- a banger for the dance floor, free download.
Sunday, 6 April 2014
In The Boiler Room
For those of you of the Weatherall persuasion this is a bit of a treat (and those of you that aren't of a Weatherall persuasion must be rolling your eyes, pursing your lips and tut-tutting by now). A two hour radio set with The Asphodells and Friendly Fires chatting about the music that informed their recent collaboration and playing some of those records, hosted by the bearded one.
Plus, April 6th, it's Lord Sabre's birthday.
Set aside a couple of Sunday morning hours and enjoy.
Audio version
Video version
Wednesday, 2 April 2014
Velo
Sorry for the brevity and predictability of this post- I am time poor right now.
Here's the flipside of that Asphodells/ Friendly Fires 12", out now on delicious, krautrock orange vinyl.
Saturday, 22 March 2014
Before Your Eyes
A Friendly Fires and The Ashodells collaboration, done in Weatherall's east London bunker complex, is out on 12" at the end of the month. One of the two songs is here, seven minutes plus of hissy, melodic krauty bliss (mixed on one of Conny Plank's old desks apparently, studio trivia fans). The guitars and synths in the closing two minutes could quite happily play away forever.
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