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2 choons from opposite poles


Rocking out*


Blissing out**

* I've avoided and derided geeytor music, for the large part, since circa 2005. The ice was thawing these last few years, and this year, having been reading a lot of vintage rawk journalism, the ice has cracked. I'd come to think of rock as embarrassing, old, dusty, white middle aged, nostalgic, bbc four, complacent — and so on. But even now Iggy Pop is a self-caricaturing cameo in a phone insurance advert or whatever it is, this sort of record tunes you into how raw and weird and reckless etc. rock was back in the 70s.

** This is the sort of tune I used to flatly worship, before reading Energy Flash and posting on here and steadily being convinced of the soft bland 'jazzy' nature of a lot of the avowedly sophisticated metalheadzy drum n bass. But I still love this — I don't even think the sax is that bad. What remains ever beautiful and haunting about this tune is the chord sequence, beyond my theoretical knowledge to analyse — and so like something dictated out of the aether. I guess it's a jazz sequence, possibly even pilfered. (Incidentally, the jazz ice has also cracked in a more major way than ever before this year, which has made it harder to hear pseudo-jazz stuff with as much naive equanimity... But i'm still not ruling it out.) I also love the texture of the bass on this. This sort of tune is what became liquid DNB, which had its moments, but never had the syncopation of this, or the sense of (oh fuck i'm going to use the word) transcendence. P.S. I wish it was transcendent enough to have opened this para with 'from down on the street to up in the heavens' or something.
 

Corpsey

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Turns out I'm a sci-clone fan beyond 'everywhere I go'. Weather like today's really softens the critical faculties up and suddenly softcore jazziness sounds as bright as the breeze in the trees outside.
 
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