<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><rss xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/" xmlns:blogger="http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008" xmlns:georss="http://www.georss.org/georss" xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0" version="2.0"><channel><atom:id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2339046922373789889</atom:id><lastBuildDate>Fri, 01 Nov 2024 10:32:48 +0000</lastBuildDate><title>ch00nage</title><description></description><link>http://ch00nage.blogspot.com/</link><managingEditor>noreply@blogger.com (Ciaran Murphy)</managingEditor><generator>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>2</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2339046922373789889.post-151449162234012727</guid><pubDate>Sun, 23 Mar 2008 16:59:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-11-13T11:07:04.691-08:00</atom:updated><title>Dave Weckl - Masterplan</title><description>&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRw0jyEyiDQ1-oxufNk5KzljZ6hPRJ3CX-ALiIP-c7or5OiMUc37HwlgauGCcpCSVpT1JqsAraeeE1Re2u0Cc-mQ_6l3jTH3ynD8aeXzS7NzWQi03LhOpwd3u3auy_R8jNaoDzDbhGM1MJ/s1600-h/Dave+Weckl+-+Master+Plan.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRw0jyEyiDQ1-oxufNk5KzljZ6hPRJ3CX-ALiIP-c7or5OiMUc37HwlgauGCcpCSVpT1JqsAraeeE1Re2u0Cc-mQ_6l3jTH3ynD8aeXzS7NzWQi03LhOpwd3u3auy_R8jNaoDzDbhGM1MJ/s320/Dave+Weckl+-+Master+Plan.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180987620393380802&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About 10 years ago, when I was 10 or something, my brother had this album by this guy called Dave &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_0&quot;&gt;Weckl&lt;/span&gt; that he listened to on a fairly regular basis. It was a dodgy soft jazz number, and the production was done by &lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;evil &lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;jazz &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_1&quot;&gt;scientologist&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Chick &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_2&quot;&gt;Corea&lt;/span&gt;. Look at the cover, it&#39;s amazing.  His leg is up on the stool, his hair is beautifully &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-corrected&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_3&quot;&gt;coiffured&lt;/span&gt;. Look at his whole posture. It&#39;s like he&#39;s saying &lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;I&#39;m Dave &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_4&quot;&gt;Weckl&lt;/span&gt;, yeah? And I&#39;m the fucking man! And if anyone says any different? Well, I&#39;m going to rape their fucking wife.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Now at the time, I thought this was a pretty good album. I mean, I was ten. I didn&#39;t have the highly developed, masterfully cool musical taste I have now. So I was quite happy grooving away to some cheesy soft jazz that&#39;s like the intro music to some kind of bad early &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-corrected&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_5&quot;&gt;nineties&lt;/span&gt; sitcom.&lt;br /&gt;So I downloaded this album, and I&#39;m amazed by the song titles. Imagine this: You&#39;re jazz fusion drum &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_6&quot;&gt;impressario&lt;/span&gt; Dave &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_7&quot;&gt;Weckl&lt;/span&gt; (I know, exciting right? Don&#39;t cum!), you&#39;re sitting in the studio and you&#39;ve just recorded the first track for your first big album. Chick &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_8&quot;&gt;Corea&lt;/span&gt; is in the booth, clearing out his &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_9&quot;&gt;thetans&lt;/span&gt;, and he&#39;s on the intercom.&lt;br /&gt;&quot;So what are you gonna call that fly ass cut &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_10&quot;&gt;Weckl&lt;/span&gt;?&quot; (I think he talks like that)&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Gawd I dunno Chick, I think I might call it &lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;Tower Of Inspiration! &lt;/span&gt;Because my inspiration is simply fucking &lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;towering&lt;/span&gt;. It &lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;towers above&lt;/span&gt; other, lesser jazz fusion drummers.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Right on! Now have you read this book? It&#39;s called &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_11&quot;&gt;Dianetics&lt;/span&gt;&quot;&lt;br /&gt;And &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_12&quot;&gt;y&#39;know&lt;/span&gt; what? I kind of like this album still. In a post post-ironic way, obviously. I just thought it was kinda cool how I could still recognise all the tracks even after 10 years. I suppose that wouldn&#39;t be particularly remarkable if that wasn&#39;t half my life.&lt;br /&gt;But 80s style electronic music is really cool again, right? Nah man that&#39;s passe, we&#39;re all about the early 90s style jazz fusion!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.mediafire.com/?mxxqvtmi0mz&quot;&gt;Dave &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_13&quot;&gt;Weckl&lt;/span&gt; - Tower Of Inspiration (MP3)&lt;/a&gt;</description><link>http://ch00nage.blogspot.com/2008/03/dave-weckl-masterplan.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Ciaran Murphy)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRw0jyEyiDQ1-oxufNk5KzljZ6hPRJ3CX-ALiIP-c7or5OiMUc37HwlgauGCcpCSVpT1JqsAraeeE1Re2u0Cc-mQ_6l3jTH3ynD8aeXzS7NzWQi03LhOpwd3u3auy_R8jNaoDzDbhGM1MJ/s72-c/Dave+Weckl+-+Master+Plan.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2339046922373789889.post-6602763009813241835</guid><pubDate>Fri, 21 Mar 2008 21:48:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-11-13T11:07:05.186-08:00</atom:updated><title>Son Lux - At War With Walls &amp; Mazes</title><description>&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijs8yar2WylucDh6ItToRb4HG3Ecr8iF1a7DZ29G_Cco4QjCqVIBP1xsM_jeZh4uDGXIFs8MV1WRkesWXW0pzW0oSFPFtW9mJLA9ijmFjFlZWIUBmMIicSyW8XrKra5q-amE6xddu2MqT9/s1600-h/mar11_sonlux_advert_sm.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijs8yar2WylucDh6ItToRb4HG3Ecr8iF1a7DZ29G_Cco4QjCqVIBP1xsM_jeZh4uDGXIFs8MV1WRkesWXW0pzW0oSFPFtW9mJLA9ijmFjFlZWIUBmMIicSyW8XrKra5q-amE6xddu2MqT9/s320/mar11_sonlux_advert_sm.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180316024947239858&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The anticon collective i&#39;ve been familiar with since cLouddead. That album, which was a bit of an epiphany for me, sealed my love for the label, as well as a love for hip hop. Because that was what it was, despite it&#39;s avant garde meanders, and despite those who refused to hear how grounded the record was in traditional hip hop sound due to it&#39;s startling originality. Now however, Anticon are into releasing exciting and fresh indie electronica, and sparkling fresh is the new Son Lux record: &quot;At War With Walls And Mazes&quot;. This is a record which defys all your previous expectations from the anticon label. Although it shares a similarity of feel with artists such as cLouddead and Why?, it takes their manic sound and smooths it out into a trickling trip hop silkiness.&lt;br /&gt;This is an album which neatly skirts the edge between a definite, definable sound, and the kind of tripped out, cold, euphoric crackwhore-with-cash shit we are more used to hearing from Anticon. Songs like &quot;Betray&quot; begin as if they are going to be a post-rockish 14 minute ethereal jam, before changing and twisting multiple times, until the vocals kick in and you realize you&#39;re listening to a tight, accessible tune which could easily be described as &quot;radio friendly&quot;, although maybe only in the most enlightened of markets, in the hours between 10-12pm on a sunday evening.&lt;br /&gt;Because the mood of this album is definitely subdued, but blissfully so. It couldn&#39;t be called depressing, but it&#39;s slightly emotionally draining. It&#39;s massively diverse, but there is no real contrast between the tone of the songs. This isn&#39;t a weakness however, it&#39;s a strong indication of talent. This guy has been able to keep the same, hushed low key sound even in the more uptempo sections of the album. It&#39;s these more lively passages which keep the album from feeling washed out, and allow it to sparkle through the restrained and chastened tones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.mediafire.com/?tmlazdvm2gp&quot;&gt;Son Lux - Betray (MP3)&lt;/a&gt;</description><link>http://ch00nage.blogspot.com/2008/03/son-lux-at-war-with-walls-mazes.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Ciaran Murphy)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijs8yar2WylucDh6ItToRb4HG3Ecr8iF1a7DZ29G_Cco4QjCqVIBP1xsM_jeZh4uDGXIFs8MV1WRkesWXW0pzW0oSFPFtW9mJLA9ijmFjFlZWIUBmMIicSyW8XrKra5q-amE6xddu2MqT9/s72-c/mar11_sonlux_advert_sm.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item></channel></rss>