narcoslippers
Bonkers, two posts in two days - Pwny’s back with a vengeance! I made this mix today using 8tracks which seems like the best alternative to the sadly defunct Muxtape. Apparently they have to randomize the tracks after the first listen to keep things cozy with the RIAA, but if the sequencing is preserved the journey should go something like this (please forgive my indulgences)….
First, click through and start listening here
It starts at some remote Scandinavian coast with Air France and Fever Ray (a new side project from the The Knife’s singer) trading off IcyHot nipple rubs on a glacial beach as you squint through shades at a sun that won’t set, before wandering circuitously between the continents to remote pockets of haze, where syrupy tape-machines cough ricocheting fragments of tone courtesy of their lo-fi electronics overlords High Places and Nite Jewel. All the modern things are breaking and spewing dust causing a slight stir-up in the frontal lobes until the shapeless vocal forms of The Notwist (as refashioned by Panda Bear), Paavorharju & the Lava Children sooth the dominance of rationality with curious drafts of daze. Suddenly there is a refrain peering out the amorphous cloud: “The music is empty/ it pleases me/ come and see” and you readily accept this playful invitation from Family Fodder. You become tangled in a thick duvet made of dirty sauce and funfetti and notice your feet sprouting day-glo narcoslippers as Kylie coos to Studio’s balearic spanish guitar reworking. Then a moment of tension erupts, heavenly clouds part and Aeroplane swoops down triumphantly to unveil an electro-disco queen preserved delicately in a Gautier-designed cocoon: Grace Jones emerges (!), reinvogorated by her long sleep, sporting a lazer headress and backed by choir of clones, one for each shade of the rainbow. As you wake up in a sweat following this dream of a track, you realize the teasingly delightful never-ending vocal loop playing straight through your disco nap was none other than The Bee Gees as imagined by the mysterious soothsaying cough syrup peddler known as Cole Medina. Finally the soft-as-a-pillow landing gauze of Low Motion Disco promises a smooth comedown and better tomorrow with a goose-bump-inducing, drawn out, codeine-laced coda.
The bar better be chewing some gum otherwise its ears just popped during an accent into the heavens.
(You raised the bar)
Yo, that last track by LMD is cool. I got some 7″ remix version the other day. Here is the rip
http://www.box.net/shared/8×4vvphoyn
Get it undone.