Drvg Cvltvre - what's good? Is there a sort of scene

IdleRich

IdleRich

IdleRich
I've just realised that not only did the Acid Lasagna thing go over my head but you've also explained it to me once and I acknowledged and understood it and then totally forgot about that and had to go through the whole thing again.
 
IdleRich

IdleRich

IdleRich
..... said:
You may have mentioned it, but I don't remember seeing you mention it so it's news to me :ROFLMAO:
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Recently (Decemeber I tihnk) there was a DJ not-unadjacent to TJF (not Scott Fraser) who came over (with his wife) to play with Liza in Lisbon and he stayed at her house and played three or four successful gigs (I'm told, I wasn't there). And Liza messaged me going this guy is so knowledgeable about music, it's unbelievable and he's such a skilled DJ and he's just amazing. The first few gigs were good anyhow, but then he started drinking, turned out he had a bit of a problem and he went right off the rails, last couple of days were something of an ordeal I think. Anyway she got through it and I was in town near her flat and I texted her and she said yeah they left a couple of hours ago, come round and I'll tell you about it. So I went round, and to my surprise I saw this DJ sat at the table and Liza looking kinda pissed off. And it turned out that... well we don't really know what happened but for sure the wife got on the plane while the guy was either too drunk to find it, or else just too drunk to be allowed on it, so he'd cabbed it back to Liza's and was sat at her table swigging from a just opened bottle of port. Liza was really pleased to see me "please just take him to a bar and give me some peace" - the guy greeted me like a long lost friend and and hugged me and said how great it was to see me - I don't think we've ever exchanged a word before but I guess we kinda sorta knew who each other were.

Anyway, I took him out to this bar round the corner and by the time we'd walked there he'd tanned the whole bottle of port (it was about 200m away). We sat down outside and started talking... and I should mention that this guy is a fucking big unit, he looks totally degenerate with long greasy hair, eyes pointing in different directions cos of some accident and his grubby t-shirt stretched over his @Corpsey-esque belly. He says he's got to go to the toilet and staggers inside... a couple of minutes later I go and look for him and he's kinda forced his way behind the bar and is menacing the staff "is he with you?" - I manage to extract him and he's fucking all over the place. We sit for a few minutes and his phone goes and it turns out it's his wife who has landed in the UK, he just starts shouting into the phone "You fucking stupid evil bitch" and the like and then he says to me "I'm fucked, I need some coke to wake up" and so I say "yeah I know a place just round the corner let's go" and we start walking - staggering in his case - but half-way there and he says "I can't make it, i just need to crash" so we change direction and go back to Liza's, she opens the door and he stumbles in straight past her and goes and collapses on the bed face down (in LIza's bedroom in fact, she let them have the bigger room as they were a couple but was looking forward to getting it back that night). Liza and I look at each other and then we can just hear him doing these weird moans "ooooaahhhhh" and then again a minute later "aahahhhhhgggg" really loud and very strange. I feel I've done my duty and so I fuck off.

Next day Liza phones me and says "As expected he shat and pissed all over my bed" - I think he still had his jeans on so that must have been pretty grim. She told me he'd just bought a couple of bottles of port and headed off for the airport, fingers crossed this time...

She made me promise not to tell this story to anyone so please don't repeat it, especially not @Mr. Tea who can likely guess who it is. @luka and @ver$hy ver$h and @catalog even @shakahislop might find it amusing though.
 
IdleRich

IdleRich

IdleRich
Yeah this Gamma Intel is pretty good... the last few didn't grab me but this one just has a bit more. Pinkman has about a million records on it that sound pretty much like this but they always have something I think.
 
Mr. Tea

Mr. Tea

Let's Talk About Ceps
IdleRich said:
Recently (Decemeber I tihnk) there was a DJ not-unadjacent to TJF (not Scott Fraser) who came over (with his wife) to play with Liza in Lisbon and he stayed at her house and played three or four successful gigs (I'm told, I wasn't there). And Liza messaged me going this guy is so knowledgeable about music, it's unbelievable and he's such a skilled DJ and he's just amazing. The first few gigs were good anyhow, but then he started drinking, turned out he had a bit of a problem and he went right off the rails, last couple of days were something of an ordeal I think. Anyway she got through it and I was in town near her flat and I texted her and she said yeah they left a couple of hours ago, come round and I'll tell you about it. So I went round, and to my surprise I saw this DJ sat at the table and Liza looking kinda pissed off. And it turned out that... well we don't really know what happened but for sure the wife got on the plane while the guy was either too drunk to find it, or else just too drunk to be allowed on it, so he'd cabbed it back to Liza's and was sat at her table swigging from a just opened bottle of port. Liza was really pleased to see me "please just take him to a bar and give me some peace" - the guy greeted me like a long lost friend and and hugged me and said how great it was to see me - I don't think we've ever exchanged a word before but I guess we kinda sorta knew who each other were.

Anyway, I took him out to this bar round the corner and by the time we'd walked there he'd tanned the whole bottle of port (it was about 200m away). We sat down outside and started talking... and I should mention that this guy is a fucking big unit, he looks totally degenerate with long greasy hair, eyes pointing in different directions cos of some accident and his grubby t-shirt stretched over his @Corpsey-esque belly. He says he's got to go to the toilet and staggers inside... a couple of minutes later I go and look for him and he's kinda forced his way behind the bar and is menacing the staff "is he with you?" - I manage to extract him and he's fucking all over the place. We sit for a few minutes and his phone goes and it turns out it's his wife who has landed in the UK, he just starts shouting into the phone "You fucking stupid evil bitch" and the like and then he says to me "I'm fucked, I need some coke to wake up" and so I say "yeah I know a place just round the corner let's go" and we start walking - staggering in his case - but half-way there and he says "I can't make it, i just need to crash" so we change direction and go back to Liza's, she opens the door and he stumbles in straight past her and goes and collapses on the bed face down (in LIza's bedroom in fact, she let them have the bigger room as they were a couple but was looking forward to getting it back that night). Liza and I look at each other and then we can just hear him doing these weird moans "ooooaahhhhh" and then again a minute later "aahahhhhhgggg" really loud and very strange. I feel I've done my duty and so I fuck off.

Next day Liza phones me and says "As expected he shat and pissed all over my bed" - I think he still had his jeans on so that must have been pretty grim. She told me he'd just bought a couple of bottles of port and headed off for the airport, fingers crossed this time...

She made me promise not to tell this story to anyone so please don't repeat it, especially not @Mr. Tea who can likely guess who it is. @luka and @ver$hy ver$h and @catalog even @shakahislop might find it amusing though.
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Great story, but it's remiss of you not to include @william_kent, who loves this kind of stuff.
 
IdleRich

IdleRich

IdleRich
IdleRich said:
Recently (Decemeber I tihnk) there was a DJ not-unadjacent to TJF (not Scott Fraser) who came over (with his wife) to play with Liza in Lisbon and he stayed at her house and played three or four successful gigs (I'm told, I wasn't there). And Liza messaged me going this guy is so knowledgeable about music, it's unbelievable and he's such a skilled DJ and he's just amazing. The first few gigs were good anyhow, but then he started drinking, turned out he had a bit of a problem and he went right off the rails, last couple of days were something of an ordeal I think. Anyway she got through it and I was in town near her flat and I texted her and she said yeah they left a couple of hours ago, come round and I'll tell you about it. So I went round, and to my surprise I saw this DJ sat at the table and Liza looking kinda pissed off. And it turned out that... well we don't really know what happened but for sure the wife got on the plane while the guy was either too drunk to find it, or else just too drunk to be allowed on it, so he'd cabbed it back to Liza's and was sat at her table swigging from a just opened bottle of port. Liza was really pleased to see me "please just take him to a bar and give me some peace" - the guy greeted me like a long lost friend and and hugged me and said how great it was to see me - I don't think we've ever exchanged a word before but I guess we kinda sorta knew who each other were.

Anyway, I took him out to this bar round the corner and by the time we'd walked there he'd tanned the whole bottle of port (it was about 200m away). We sat down outside and started talking... and I should mention that this guy is a fucking big unit, he looks totally degenerate with long greasy hair, eyes pointing in different directions cos of some accident and his grubby t-shirt stretched over his @Corpsey-esque belly. He says he's got to go to the toilet and staggers inside... a couple of minutes later I go and look for him and he's kinda forced his way behind the bar and is menacing the staff "is he with you?" - I manage to extract him and he's fucking all over the place. We sit for a few minutes and his phone goes and it turns out it's his wife who has landed in the UK, he just starts shouting into the phone "You fucking stupid evil bitch" and the like and then he says to me "I'm fucked, I need some coke to wake up" and so I say "yeah I know a place just round the corner let's go" and we start walking - staggering in his case - but half-way there and he says "I can't make it, i just need to crash" so we change direction and go back to Liza's, she opens the door and he stumbles in straight past her and goes and collapses on the bed face down (in LIza's bedroom in fact, she let them have the bigger room as they were a couple but was looking forward to getting it back that night). Liza and I look at each other and then we can just hear him doing these weird moans "ooooaahhhhh" and then again a minute later "aahahhhhhgggg" really loud and very strange. I feel I've done my duty and so I fuck off.

Next day Liza phones me and says "As expected he shat and pissed all over my bed" - I think he still had his jeans on so that must have been pretty grim. She told me he'd just bought a couple of bottles of port and headed off for the airport, fingers crossed this time...

She made me promise not to tell this story to anyone so please don't repeat it, especially not @Mr. Tea who can likely guess who it is. @luka and @ver$hy ver$h and @catalog even @shakahislop might find it amusing though.
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The other thing is that there is a book called the Toth Family that I had read and given to Liza and she had become really obsessed with it, hunted down the film etc

The book is about a family whose son is off fighting a war (in fact he's dead but the postman hates to deliver bad news so they don't know) when the major who is in charge of him comes to stay in their village. The Toths put him up and indulge his every whim in hopes that he will make life easier for their son. But the major is a lunatic who makes them sit up all night making boxes. The whole family is being driven mad through lack of sleep but eventually the major leaves and they celebrate being free at last... and then he comes back to stay again cos he likes it so much.

So anyway Liza called this DJ "The Major" cos he couldn't let have any peace and he turned up again just when she was happy he left. So you have to imagine in the above story Liza was saying "can you take the major to a bar?" and "As expected the major shat in my bed" etc
 
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IdleRich said:
The first one is terrifying.... the second one is pretty cool though.
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The reason I put those two together is that they're both by Antoni Maiovvi. He runs the Giallo Disco label together with Vercetti Technicolor.

That Ketsueki Sakuru track you commented about a few posts above is also him.

His most popular project in the last ~5 years is probably Ye Gods with releases on Bunker Records/Panzerkreuz and LIES. Although that project has changed direction a couple of times, the first 12" is probably still the most well known from that project:

 
william_kent

william_kent

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I had a freakout because I thought the dissident DMT elves had hidden my brush while I was trying to paint my trip cave but it turns out it was hiding in plain sight...
 
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