Glamour Photography

What's for dinner?

2010-02-11T17:35:00.002+01:00

I'm not one for photographing or blogging about my food. If the plate's not clean, it should be cleansed, quickly as possible. Hey, It's my food. You have no business looking at it any way. Get your own damn dinner.

Any way, my girlfriend doesn't see it like that, and spends most of our meals photographing like an asian tourist. See the results on her blog.

Acts of Man

2010-01-19T22:50:00.003+01:00

Hi. This is how I look after a hefty two days of work. Or basically just all the time. Anyways. I've been listening to this on repeat all night, and it's exquisite. It's like Vicaden, but, you know, in a good way.

Midlake - Acts of Man

It's from some kind of limited ed 500 copies EP. Probably all over hypemachine since months ago, I really haven't checked. That's a cool way of saying I've no clue what the kids listen to these days. Either way, I enjoyed it.

2010-01-15T00:10:00.001+01:00

Brothersport

2010-01-08T16:44:00.004+01:00

Afrika

2009-12-29T17:32:00.005+01:00

De fyra bilder jag lyckades ta på juldan: Lindis, Elin, Lindis vän, Bonnfyllo + Emil

Det här damp ner i ett mail precis, och det gillade jag:

Gtronic - Iron Man (Stereoheroes remix)

Bloghouse. Väldigt mycket 06-nostalgi. På tal om 06, ni borde lyssna på nya Uffie. Hennes rimmande får Carl Bildt att låta som Hova i jämförelse.

På tal om musik, förresten, här kommer årets pepp, de fem bästa låtarna som innehåller Africa:

Toto - Africa
The Very Best - Warm Heart of Africa
Toto - Africa
jj - From Africa to Malaga
Sally Shapiro - Dying in Africa

Nu ska jag på herrmiddag i Hässelby. Vuxna män gör saker tillsammans. Väldigt långt bort. Tjipp, motherfuckers!

One more time

2009-12-25T12:00:00.006+01:00

Hej. Jag kanske börjar blogga igen, men då blir det inte bara om musik. Kanske lite foton, allmäna observationer. Som det var förr, när alla bloggade. Annars kan ni alltid följa mig på Twitter här.

Förresten, gjorde enligt god juldagssed en årsbästalista. Den hittar ni på Spotify. På Spotify saknas tyvärr både Dizzee Rascals Holiday, Hyph Mngo av Joy Orbison och Grip Plyaz' Fuck Dat Hipster Shit. Ni får överleva.

Jul. God jul.

ps. Årets låt:

You can't normalize

2008-09-22T21:22:00.007+02:00

So, spiteful autumn has decended upon us, like a nasty, bitter nine month hangover. Months like these that I curse being born north of Milan. On the other hand, hey, yet another excuse to work, look for work, and blog about working and looking for work. No use going outside, after all, with the looking like a smurf and that.

Was outside yesterday though, documenting my surroundings. Trying to pick up on photography again. Hopefully I got something good. Will post if I did.

Anyway, The Rapture released some new shit. The !K7 Tapes. Mixtape filled with NYC-ish dance, from the last 20-something years. Very hip. If DJ mixes is a pissing contest, The Rapture aims straight up, trusting gravity rainbow to keep them free of any golden showers. Not sure where this metaphore is going, but anyway, I like it. Go download.

Speaking of Gravitys Rainbow. Klaxons on the new Entourage. Amongst others. Sweet.

Deep truths and beer

2008-09-15T11:04:00.005+02:00

Somewhere in the bottom of that fifth beer, we'd found a deep truth. The kind of deep truth one normally finds in empty bottles. "If you could have a threesome with MIA and Uffie, you'd be done with sex," I said to general agreement. "Just chop em off afterwards. Call the boys, tell em it's done. Get the knife. I've had my share. No need to be greedy." More nods, and just one more round before we head of to the next pub for that last pint or three.

In retrospect, drunken revelations are usually terribly underwhelming. This one's a bit rough too, but it rings some truth. Damn that woman, Well, dreaming's free (anyway, I heard Uffie was pregnant too? Definitely a big minus in the score card.)

Any way, this isn't supposed to be a blog about who I'd want to sleep with before getting ballchopped. I'm sure there are forums for that kind of thing on the internet. I just want to tip you off about this one from the Radioclit camp, posted by the Fluos a month or so back. This is what I get for never reading blogs anymore.

Esau Mwamwaya, Santogold, M.I.A & Radioclit - Get it up (Fluolink)

EXCITO

2008-09-02T21:42:00.003+02:00

I guess most frequent readers of this blog have noticed the fact that it's been dead since blody February. Not that it has stopped the 60+ hopeful mails I get every week from music promoters who just love my blog! The next time you mail me, I promise I will blog about you if you just include the word Haberdasher in as natural a context as you can possibly muster.

Anyway — there are several reasons for my absence. Moving closer to the capital and starting work on my masters thesis is one, a total disenfranchisement with this years music another.

I stand by my view that this year, musically, is a let down (the fact that my playlist for 2008 is a mere 500 tracks so far is a testiment), but there has certainly been a few standouts. Kele Oekeke howling on Biko and trying to stay drunk in Soho in Mercury are two. Skeletal Lampings is another one. The entirety of Foals magical Antidotes, Air Frances No Way Down, all of Santogolds and Cut Copys releases this year yet others.

So I guess, all in all, there are definitely some hopefuls this year too, like miniature lighthouses scattered across a vast and murky musical tundra. But for those, there are several blogs more fitted than mine. And for everything else, there's Hipster Runaway.

Anway — as always, Throwing credibilty to the four winds, I'll be back sooner than you think, Which is any time earlier than infinity you'll say, Yes but this time I'll try, really will, But that's hard to believe, I imagine you object, But just you wait and see.

Oh yes; In lieu of listening to music, I've been reading and researching. So if anyone wants to tip about a particularly good book, or discuss static analysis of C code, drop me one.

Familjen

2008-02-27T22:23:00.002+01:00

Familjen has been gaining a lot of traction again, both on blogs and on the road. Most everyone seems to love him. That includes me.

New single, Huvudet i sanden is a banger, and has been getting some nice remix work. My favourite is the Adam Tensta-cut.

Familjen - Huvudet i sanden (Adam Tensta rmx) (Biggups, SBC)

Any way, thought I'd post the unedited interview I did with Familjen for Trädgårn this summer.

Familjen vs Mimo
En gammal tråkig stereotyp säger att det svenska popundrets vagga finns i den kommunala musikskolan. Det var där Robyn lärde sig att stava till crunk, i samma lokaler som Kent tränades i lidande. För svensk elektro har Hässleholm spelat samma roll. Trots ungefär samma invånarantal som en fyra i Hässelby har staden under de senaste tio åren fött fram stora delar av den svenska scenen.

- Tilliander var han som var först, han har väl agerat lite isbrytare och så har vi andra hängt med och gjort våra grejor, säger Johan Karlsson, alias Familjen, från ett norrländskt hotellrum fyra timmar innan spelning. Han och Andreas Tilliander sitter och förfestar. De har precis fått reda på att det är nyktert i kväll och att dom måste smuggla in alkoholen. "Det är lite som första fyllan. Gömma spriten för morsan."

Jag vill snacka småstad, men det märks att han har fått frågan förr. Varför just Hässleholm vet han fortfarande inte.
- Det finns inget svar egentligen. Det är ett kompisgäng som hängt ihop och gjort musik. Ensamma, fast ändå gemensamt på något sätt. Lånat ut grejor och hängt. Vi hjälps åt, liksom. Och det har väl ändå någon slags kvalitet det vi gör. Nej, jag vet inte varför. Det är en klyscha, men det är väl det där, att det är så tråkigt. Man gör egen bra musik istället för att få det serverat på klubbar.

Jag undrar om vi kommer få se lika många lysande artister dyka upp söderifrån i framtiden.
- Jag har dålig koll på vad kidsen där gör nu. Jag har hört talats om att det finns dom som håller på men jag vet inte vad dom gör.

Det är ingen Björn Borg-effekt då?
- Jag vet inte. Vi är jävligt inne på att dra igång en synthskola, och ha lärlingar och sånt, våra padawans, i Hässleholms anda. Dra i lite trådar, bjuda dit föreläsare och grejor. Vi får se.

Att nittiotalet har fått en uppsving det senaste året råder det heller ingen tvekan om. På samma ställe som britter som Cassette Playa och Klaxons hittade new rave har Familjen också letat. Det är det svårt att ta miste på när man ser videon till "Kom säger dom".
- Man bara väntar på att Neneh Cherry ska hoppa in. Nä, men jag har lyssnat jävligt mycket på sånt på sistone. Tidiga nittiotalsanthems, som är så jävla bra. Som man kanske inte var inne på när man väl var i det och fick det serverat på stadsdiscona. Men vafan, mycket av det är skitbra. Det färgar väl av sig i det man gör.

Nästa video blir mer nutid. Den blir till "Det snurrar i min skalle", som kommer ut på sjua alldeles snart. - Det är konstigt att den inte var första singeln. Det är ändå den folk tjatar mest om. Det är väl den hittigaste. Men jag bryr mig inte, ärligt talat. Det får dom som är inne i buisnissen känna efter. Jag gör musiken, sen får dom ha strategierna.

Vi pratar turné, och allsångskörer med svettiga Nirvanakids från Umeå: - Stor i Norrland, det var oväntat.

När vi kommer in på Stockholm skriker Andreas till i bakgrunden: - Det är enda stället i världen där publiken är mer nervös än bandet som står på scenen.

- Men jag tror det blir bra. Så länge som Tille och jag har kul på scen så skiter jag i publiken. Eller egentligen inte, men. Så länge som vi får betalt. Du fattar? Johan garvar menande åt sin spritsmuggling och jag förstår precis.

Fuck this world

2008-02-21T23:22:00.003+01:00

Yeah, I haven't been blogging for a while, but honestly, so far, 2008 has been about as exciting as paying phone bills. Some highlights so far in this very damp year (and now I'm mostly repping other blogs):

Muscles - Sweaty (SHAZAM Mix) (Bigstereo)
Sweet girl. Sweet lyrics. Peace love extacy. What's not to love?

Paragon - Aavisst
Swedens finest.

The Dø - On My Shoulders
French gold.

But honestly, this year has really been so-so musically. Highlights of the year so far has been the Justice gig at Medis and the trip to rome. Oh, yeah, Lykke Li was pretty nice too. Anyway, that's about it.

What gets you excited right now? Tell me, I need some inspiration.

A Friendly Reminder

2008-01-19T15:48:00.000+01:00

Just a note for myself. One song I forgot on the yearly lists. Shame on me. Shame the fuck on me. This is great.

The Wombats - Let's Dance To Joy Division

What better time

2008-01-17T09:21:00.000+01:00

There's obviously no better time to end your blogging hiatus than on a Thursday morning, late for school.

Anyway, I just had to share my morning playlist. Praise your various gods for Hercules & Love Affair.

Hercules & Love Affair - Blind
Frankie Knuckles feat Jamie Principle - Your love
Junior Boys - In The Morning
Wale - Nike Boots

Retrospective

2007-12-27T00:58:00.000+01:00

A few weeks ago, I set out to compile the yearly lists. Thing is, however I started, it always ended up as a barely comprehendable set of pollysylabic racial slurs mixed with gratuitous profanity. I think this is might be one of less provocative intros;

When I was younger, I always wanted to a sleep with a girl with dreadlocks. You could say I was eco friendly. I especially had it in for girls who never showered. When a friend told me he actually ripped a dread clean of once, that just made me want it more. Recently, I feel less inclined. That Meduza-styled clusterfuck of rancid hair-sausages doesn't really scream sex to me. Not like a nice and tight miniskirt and an old fashion, home baked heroin addiction. You grow, I guess. Which, all in all, is just a really long way of saying I totally enjoyed Chris Nieratkos Skinema. 'Tis a great way to accrue the spirit of the season. Highly recommended.

Last night was some fucked up shit, but I came out the other side with just a few bruises and one too many promises to blog. So here I am, at night, sweating my syllables just for your damn near insatiable thirst for my word-vomit.

Anyway, you get what I was aiming for here. Sadly, I'm going to cut most of my yearly lists out. Uploading music is a horrible, horrible pain that I want to minimize my exposure to. Much like waterboarding. I'll try doing this one, and then we'll see.

A simple scratch of the surface gave me the impression that this year was boring, but a deep look through itunes proved me wrong. We got a lot of good shit this year. I'm gonna start of with some random favorites, mostly indie.

And yeah; I wont rank them, merely spill them out for you to form your own opinion. God knows I do enough for you people.

Anyway, to the list!

Black Kids - I'm not gonna teach your boyfriend how to dance with you
These guys totally smashed onto the scene this summer, with everyone from Pitchfork to the bloghipsters singing praise like there was no tommorow. And it's great. Real great. Indie pop performed with a naivité so devoid of pretentions I feel like the Omaha State bombers for not being seventeen anymore.

Digitalism - Pogo
I can't even begin to express how pissed I was when the obvious assholes that schedule bands for Accelerator put Interpol and Digitalism on at the same time. "Hey, Johan; Let's put the best two bands on at the same time, huh? And maybe later we can hit a throat cancer support group and smoke on people". At least, that's how I imagine it went down. Sad, cause the festival was a fucking blast, best this year, and it had been perfect if I'd heard Pogo just once. Hands down, one of the greatest songs of the year. We could get so wasted if you would have come.

Interpol - The Heinrich Maneuver
Speaking of Accelerator, that reminds me of three of my bigger passions; Music, binging and fast food. Thanks to that, this year has seen my body mass experience an explosive growth rate, as I've gradually started to mimic a sphere. Thankfully, I have someone who's legally obliged to love me as I transform to an amorphous ball of bigmac residue. I think Accelerator was one of the defining moments in our relation with regards to heavy drinking and fried cheese, when she had to carry me through Stockholm to a McDonalds at five in the morning. Just after seeing Interpol, and loving every split second of it.

LCD Soundsystem - All my friends + Someone Great
It should be pretty obvious to anyone with ears that James Murphy is trying to bring some old fashion class back to this neon-clad, historyless music scene. And that he's doing a pretty good job at it too. Both the DFA and LCD have been putting out white gold recently. Especially Sound of silver. Ripe with historical homage, but still a cohesive, mind-blowing experience. I was trying to pick just one track to publish, but I kept changing it. I've uploaded all of them a few times now. These two will have to do.

Au Revoir Simone - Sad Song + Sally Shapiro - I Know
I've written extensively about both of these. Despite their differing backgrounds, they both equally helped me through passing out on rubber sheets in Barcelona this january. I can think of no greater compliment. Mellow synths and italodisco is the trend of the year that wasn't, and it breaks my heart.

The Tough Alliance - Neo Violence
Really no contest here. Never has a band that perform so poorly live (they basically want to be smacked in the face) been so good on record. This is an amazing, danceable song from two of the most contientious hipsters you've ever seen. They just beg you to hate them, and it's still so awesome. This is doubtlessly my favorite track, although the entire record is draped in greatness.

Feist - My Moon My Man (Boys Noize Remix)
You have to hand it to Kitsuné, even when the compilations are so-so, they always manage to pick a few massive hits. This is one of them. Feists The Reminder was a stellar album in its own right, but she's has also been the target of some serious remix work. This is a king of the hill kinda dancefloor banger for the kids that you just can't not love. The bridge at about 3:30 and onwards just does it for me.

Klaxons - Golden Skans (Erol Alkan's Ekstra Spektral Rework)
This is real early 2007, but it's still a given on any walk through rainy Swedish nights, no matter how fucked a state of mind. From the opening synth loop and oohing first verse all the way through the epic crescendo at the seven minute mark ("You can forget our future plans, you can forget our future plans"), the relentless, driving kick drum and the melancholic piano makes this something almost uncomprehendably satisfying.

The Bloody Beetroots - Ezekiel eats Red Hoodie
Even though these two asshats still owe me a shirt, you've got to hand it to them. This is fucking sick. Like the sonic offspring of a chainsaw raping a washing machine, this is filthy, trashy, and volatile like an coked up hooker with a shotgun. The pounding bass line is barely manageable as it flails violently, trying to oscillate out of control, blowing out the speakers and leaving your skull a bloody pulp.

Justice - Dance (MSTRKRFT Remix)
Someone's called "The Album named after an isometric projection of a cross" both the worst and the best album of the year. And I'll have to agree. There's some real winners on it, but overall, it's bland. Dance is one of the standouts, and MSTRKRFT's refix is just enough to make you go fruit-miles beyond bananas.

Daft Punk - Harder Better Faster Stronger (Alive 2007)
This is it. King koopa. Big boss, every category. Perfect execution from start to finish. DP is probably the only band that blows the likability meter clean off for just about everyone. From your grandma to dude next door who only watches old J-Lo videos all day. This is beyond bonkers (which, surprisingly, will be the title of my debut novel. web 2.0, motherfucker). Only regret is I didn't get to catch them live. Girl traveled to Tokyo just for them. Me, I'm just too poor.

Count Of Monte Cristal - Ghetto Bitches (Sinden Remix)
The Lil'Kim sample makes this entire track. I'm dead sold from the first phoneme. "To all my motherfucking gettin' money hoes. Used to selling clothes. And all my ghetto bitches in the project". I'm done. Bitches, bitches, bitches, bitches.

Dizze Rascal - Pussyole (Oldskool)
For some reason, this song is all Sangria, spring and B&H's for me. M+H has a few tracks that are just stellar, and some that are less so. But the album landed me my very first formal legal threat. From Web Sheriff, no less. Still keep me a framed copy, for reminiscing.

Maskinen - Alla Som Inte Dansar
This song has won probably Swedens biggest medal of honor. Like three stars in Swedens musical guide d'Micheline: It's featured on those suicide-inducing ringtone commercials on MTV that spin every two minutes. And oh how they deserve it. Everyone who doesn't dance is a rapist is a great eurojuke/ghettotech/whateverbeat, and they lyrics are great too. Swedens biggest Bonntölp, Frej, really makes his speech impediment work for him here.

Bonde Do Role - Solta O Frango
OMG! How Pedestrian you'll probably say, to which I have to respond
Ir para o inferno (or something to that ilk, blame Google). Ok, With Lazers was sometimes less than stellar. But it was a party, and had all the essential moments; Crazy ass, jibberish dance songs, some asshole trying to spin metallica, and a guy shouting portugese at the top of his head (ok, I'm reaching here). Anyway, great song. The mix album is stellar. Fuck off.

M.I.A. - Paper Planes
Casette Playa wardrobe aside, M.I.A. is the sonic equivalent of Leila Khaled, hot as fuck, and deadly brilliant (okay, reaching again.) Paper Planes was without a doubt one of the biggest beats of the year, and a fitting representative for the overall amazing album that is Kala — beats that are big, wild, exciting and just mad decent mixed with provocative-were-I-a-brittish-nobleman-lyrics and produced to perfection. Big winner this year.

Adam Tensta - They Wanna Know
What they wanna know? Why Mr Ken Ring's such a hater? One of swedish hiphops biggest this year. And as far as radio bangers go, this is ruthless. Capitalizing 200% on the techno revival of the last few years, Mr Tensta won both a Grammis and the ever so brittle love of hipsters everywhere. My favorite part of this whole album though, is that Swedens biggest conservative newspaper did an interview with him, and included a sidebar explaining the four elements, bullet points and all.

Mike Jones - Turning Headz
This might be a bit of the sidelines, but I'm sold on dirty south, and that synth is about as heavy as it gets. And dude keeps shouting his own name all the time. What's not to love?

Anyways. That rounds up 2007 for me. I really have about 50 other tracks I'd love to post. But dude. Sheesh. That's some volume. Fuck that. I'ma get back to dreaming of getting my hands on that Eurogirls goes Baltimore-compo.

From safety to where

2007-12-16T22:47:00.000+01:00

You're right to bitch on me for not writing. It's yuletide, and I'm as absent as ever. And I'll be for a few more days. Expect the annual x-mas track bombing when we get lost in what was hot circa january. Oh, this year has gone by so fast; It seems like only a few days ago, Klaxons was yesterdays news. Like the Fluokids were hyping kuduro (aka the one hit wondergenré). Like The Bloody Beetroots suckered me of €35 just a month ago (hey guys, it'd be fucking nice if the fucking shirt fucking arrived like you fucking said it fucking would thirty-motherfucking-eight days a-fucking-go).

Right now I'm strapping down (on?) for exams. Tomorrow is Compilers, Thursday is Control Theory. It truly feels like I live in the best of times. All this stress has lead me to taking a break from music. So, lately I've mostly been listening to Joy Division. But then again, I saw Control about a week ago, so how couldn't I? Goddamn, Anton Corbijn is as a brilliant as Tony Willson is suave. When Atmosphere cued the credits, I actually cried a bit.

So, uhm. Sorry to leave you all hanging. I've got like five blog posts queued up, but no time to finnish 'em off. I've lost control again.

Yeah, fuck it. Let's end on the gay disco up and up, here's to next time, you're the closest friend I have, let's dance the night away, have some scotch, and all that.

Hot Chip - Dancing The Night Away

Ghost Hardware

2007-11-21T01:18:00.000+01:00

For better or worse, lack of words or inspiration and as remedy for the perpetual insomnia, I have to put this to paper, however virtual it may be. Let's flog a live horse proper shall we, and do this in English.

Autumnal Sweden is always a rough patch, and enormous loudspeakers or not, this filthy apartment is utter cold and unkind. Especially so in the unrelenting grip of this chillingly beautiful and vastly lonesome hyperdub at two in the morning.

Painting city lines in seismic colors, echoing transient shock waves across the webs, Burials sophomoric masterpiece Untrue finally reached my ears yesterday.

An apocalyptic adventure far beyond whatever can be called conventional about dubstep, Burial steals darkness from the gods, like a phase-shifted Prometheus. He tells stories of a world in constant hypnagogia, well resonant with its absurdity, yet paralysed to alter anything, like the playing back of Kafkas echoing pen strokes.

Though what makes the record, is that it is much more than mere post-apocalyptic horror. There is a vague and unreal hope present. Barely lucid but still very near, like wandering home in lonesome headphones at seven in the morning, feeling the disconnect of last nights drinking becoming today's weary angst, not once acknowledging the existence of the world.

This is apocalypse, an urban confrontation with the void. This is the void. This is beyond humanizing. Endless stretches of fractured concrete and empty souls. Infinite cityscapes stuck in a transfinite dawn.

Buy this. No three songs can ever do it justice. Not at this hour.

Burial - Ghost Hardware
Burial - Untrue
Burial - Raver

Kreosotsjäl

2007-11-05T23:20:00.000+01:00

Idag är en typisk dag att må dåligt på. Det är höst, regnigt och jag har spenderat hela dagen i feberyra framför en skärm. Därför har jag lyssnat på en låt som en vän tipsade mig om för ett tag sen, när vi pratade om depressiv musik. Kenny Anderson, eller King Creosote, som han även kallar sig, framför med Missionary melankolisk pop på den mest olycksbådande skotskan du kan tänka dig. Intimt, mollstämt, längtande, frånvarande. Det sammanfattar väl ungefär min sinnesstämning. På You've No Clue Do You är det lite mer hoppfull upptempopop. Dit man siktar i morgon, typ.

King Creosote - Missionary
King Creosote - You've No Clue Do You

Jag lovar att jag ska vara tillbaka i mitt gamla jag strax. Nytt med Daft Punk, Jay-Z och mycket mer som man inte får sova på.

För Lindman

2007-11-03T13:08:00.000+01:00

RIPOSTE!

Farväl, och välkommen

2007-10-30T22:43:00.000+01:00

Det är en förunderlig värld vi lever i. Ungdomsfavoriterna Golden Standard Labs (som släppt allt från TMV till !!! och The Locust) gör en Factory och lägger av efter 14 år, såhär i dyningarna efter Tony Wilsons död.

Samtidigt rapporterar Pitchfork att en annan av mina favoritbolag, Secretly Canadian, passar på att göra en fantastisk ny värvning, Throw Me The Statue, att fylla ut sin redan lysande roster med.

Optimistisk, flummig och svängig indiepop för frusna höstdagar. Debutskivan Moonbeams blandar på femton spår både blåsmusik, trummaskiner och oscillerande brus med ensamma gitarrer och mutad sång.

Throw Me The Statue - Stupid Stone
Throw Me The Statue - Yucatan Gold

Mer musik och mer bredd på Throw Me The Statue-space.

Discothèque de Suede

2007-10-29T18:51:00.000+01:00

Sandra skrev:

Ohoihoi! Markus jag behover hjalp. Sitter nere i Australien och behover ett arkiv med bra svensk electro/house, hjalp? Forutom The Knife da. Och for ovrigt ager The Sounds Sydneys klubbscen nu med remixer och grejer. Och nar det spelas Knife, Robyn och Sounds pa rad sa blir jag alldeles forvirrad. ANYHOO, namedroppa bra svensk electro/house och allt dartill sa blir jag skitglad.

Hm. What responsibility. Ja, jag droppar väl på så mycket elektro jag bara orkar, då, så får vi se var vi hamnar.

Först ut är en personlig favorit som säkert gått över 50 gånger de senaste fyra dagarna. Ladda hem!

Maskinen - Alla som inte dansar

Några andra som gör mycket oljud av sig nu för tiden är svenskbrittiska duon Punks Jump Up på Kitsune, med ravedoftande remixar av bland annat Yelle, Peter Bjorn & John och Digitalism i bagaget. Här ger de sig på franska Remi Nicole. Från samma bolag kommer svensknorska varjen och räven, som omnämnts här många gånger förr.

Remi Nicole - Go Mr Sunshine (Punks Jump Up Remix)
Fox n’ Wolf - In Yr Underwear (Jesper Dahlbäck Blow My Brains Out Edit)

Två stockholmare som säkert inte vill liknas varandra men som ändå gör vagt likartade grejor är Alexis Weak och Isaac Nyberg. Det är mansröst på elektro. Alexis Weak ger sig på kända elektrodängor (allt från gamla nittiotalsdängor till DJ Mehdi och Thomas Bangalter), medan Isaac Nyberg dampsjunger över enkel bitpop. Jag gillar båda.

Alexis Weak - Stäng av technon (Skitkvalitet)
Isaac Nyberg - Förortsbarn

Mitt livs hittills enda intervju med en artist står som sagt Familjen för. Även här är det mansröst på elektro, även om det hörs ganska tydligt att rötterna finns i den skånska myllan.

Familjen - Huvudet i sanden

Om vi snabbt tittar på annan svensk hiphop än Alexis så har åtminstone jag tre favoritlåtar i år,
alla med elektrodoftande beats (Lorentz & M. Sakarias rippar en gammal Adolfson & Falk-låt, det ni!)

Adam Tensta - They Wanna Know
Lorentz & M. Sakarias - Stockholm Serenad
Kocky - Get That Dough (feat. Timbuk & Chords)

En annan extremt hypad genré med duktiga svenskar är italodiscon. Jag har varit kär i dom här sen början av året, och har säkert skrivit om det tidigare. Men det tål att upprepas.

Cloetta Paris - I miss you someone
Sally Shapiro - I know

Två av de svenska standardverken inom elektro, båda sönderhaussade av bland annat Pitchfork, får man ju inte missa i en sån här genomgång, även om det blir gammal skåpmat för de flesta, och trots att Sandra, själva huvudmålgruppen, redan vet om dom.

The Knife - We Share Our Mothers Health (Trentemöller Remix)
The Tough Alliance - Miami

Är man ute efter mer renodlat, klassiskt elektroniskt än mycket av det som skrivits om hitills är Mats Katt kanske något?

Mats Katt - No Sleep Until Shoreditch

Avslutningsvis, lite annat som nämnts här tidigare, men som är för bra för att missa.

Juvelen - Watch your step (Krazyfiesta Remix) (In loving memory…)
Kalle J - Vingslag (ft. Johan Tuvesson)
Mr Suitcase - Missionaries
Karin Ström - Betydelsen av rum (Otur remix)

That familiar emotion

2007-10-25T00:41:00.000+02:00

Den senaste i raden av mina många välproducerade besattheter som Entourage, Dexter, Top Gear och Weeds, är helt klart Californication. Han förmedlar känslan av en melankolisk ölskalle på tok för väl. Titta på det. Men blunda under miljöbyten.

Imorrn blir det antingen Irene och Jonas Game eller Rigas. Lutar åt Rigas. Vad tror ni?

Rigas - The Hardest Pocket to Pick

Farväl, rosa vän (Requiem for a Pig)

2007-10-23T23:33:00.001+02:00

Jag har varit helt lamslagen idag, och jag vet fortfarande inte riktigt vad jag ska ta mig till. Det känns som en älskad vän slitits från livet. Det är förkrossande, men man får visa sig stark och orka vidare. En dag i taget.

Songs: Ohia - Being in Love (Mi Sei Apparso Come Un Fantasma)

Braindump

2007-10-18T16:34:00.000+02:00

Jag bloggar för lite nu för tiden, så without further ado tänkte jag göra en riktig braindump och bara tömma ut alla låtar jag gått och haft i hjärnan det senaste, gamla som nya.

Black Kids - I'm not gonna teach your boyfriend how to dance with you (320kbps)
Black Kids spelar fantastiskt vacker popmusik för inåtpekande-skor-och-blicken-i-backen-kidsen. Och för oss andra också. Till och med en illa klippt, orakad och lönnfet ingenjör som jag kan inte göra annat än att le åt det här.

Daft Punk - Harder Better Faster Stronger (Alive 2007)
Från nyss avslutade turnén och kommande liveskivan Alive kommer det här, som bara är så jävla sjukt att jag inte vet vart jag ska vägen. Harder faster, Around The World och Television rules the nation i en fet mash, allt ackompanjerat av min skamsna passion, publikvrål!

Klaxons - As Above, So Below (Justice remix)
Ja. Det är väl inte mycket att säga. 2006 års gullgossar exploderar i en remix som pratats om sen Stephen Butterworth skrev On the Theory of Filter Amplifiers, i september 1930. Och det blir vacker, nästan Goldfrappsk discomagi.

A-Trak - Wampercycle
A-Trak - MIA-roder
Äntligen finns det bra, mixvänliga varianter på några av de bästa masharna jag hört sen nyss, från A-Traks briljanta mixtape Dirty South Dance. I Wampercycle går Clipse en rond mot Alex Gopher, och MIA-roder möter Kavinsky MIA och Scarface. Åh.

Electric Light Orchestra - Yours Truly, 2095
Magnifik italodisco-möter-45 and rising. Från 1983. Nuff said.

Band Of Horses - Plans (Grizzly Bear cover)
Albumaktuealla alt.country-favoriterna Band of Horses tar med sig banjon hem till ett yellow house (hihi) och spelar in den här lysande covern. Lyssna!

Det var nog allt.

Eller, vänta.

Klaxons - No Diggity

Det var allt.

Shadey James

2007-10-10T18:58:00.000+02:00

LCD Soundsystem har konstigt nog aldrig bloggats om här. Jag undrar varför? Det är allmänbildning på hög nivå när gänget med James Murphy i spetsen äntrar en skivstudio. Med skivbolaget och jockeyduon DFA och närmare 30 år på nacken är James genomtänkt, kräkframkallande hipstersmart och generation y-nonchalant på en och samma gång.

Det är svårt att ens ladda upp Pitchfork utan att snubbla över en intervju med mannen, och ändå har han tid att både producera och skapa underbar musik. Efter att han och The Rapture gick skilda vägar för ett par år sedan bestämde han sig för att få listettor på egen hand. Därav LCD Soundsystem.

Nåväl, här är den utlovade låten + en gammal klassiker från extremt underskattade andraskivan, Sound of Silver.

LCD Soundsystem - No Love Lost
LCD Soundsystem - All my friends

Bra bra bra

2007-10-07T19:40:00.001+02:00

LCD Soundsystem och Arcade Fire är ute och reser ihop i USA just nu. Och självklart finns det en turné-ep på två spår att införskaffa. Här är Arcade Fires bidrag, en Serge Gainsbourg-cover, på låten som vann melodifestivalen 1965 när den framfördes av France Gall.

Arcade Fire - Poupée de Cire/Poupée de Son

Om ingen annan får tummen ur och fixar fram LCD's låt lägger jag upp den, för den är alldeles lysande. Men jag håller på den ett par dagar.