Tori Amos

Mother Revolution




EDIT; I have re-titled the thread cuz somewhere halfway this thread I got my hands on the Sequins EP's (the first two of three) by Roisin Murphy.

And now I am in love. Play it on repeat, something I havent done THIS way since a long time. Heck, not even with Arcade Fire...

Roisin to me sounds to me like what Prince could have been if he hadn't been such a damn' uptight recluse....


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[Edited 4/23/05 4:58am]

Miles Davis

Directions II

Rosie Gaines

I Want You [Purple Version]

The Cure

A Letter To Elise [Blue Mix]

'So, this is what Cinnie is playing...'



The Beatles

Revolution 9

CinisterCee said:

Have you heard Beauty And The Beat yet, by Edan?

Tori

Daniel

HamsterHuey said:

nupe.

CinisterCee said:

You might want to check them out.
cokemachineglow.com says;

In an effort to rid our individual writers of some of their worst habits, CMG has undertaken a buddy-system of mutual support/influence for disparate, contrasting personalities. This week we’ve paired-up the always too-conversational Aaron Newell (fave quote: “Like, I mean. Or something at least. Right? OF COURSE NO! Jesus.”) and the oft-flowery Chet Betz (fave quote: “Some sort of hook or melody or witticism or smashing cleverness fills the gooey caramel center of every off-kilter masterpiece; the people must love the tortured artist before they can love the over-abundant intellect that tortures him”). You didn’t read that whole thing did you? It’s okay. No one else did, either.

We stuck our protantagonistos in a mens’ room stall in O’Hare Airport for 15 minutes after checking to make sure it was clear of George Michael. Chet reports that Aaron didn’t say anything that actually made sense. Aaron says the same about Chet (we think, he was a little vague and didn’t use any proper sentences). Judge for yourself what really went down…

AN: Chet, dude, like what’s it like living in California, huh? I bet it’s warm.

CB: Staggering though L.A.’s Amoeba Music with bread crumbling out of my pockets, I searched in the pews of plastic for used copies of Califone’s Roomsound and Camp Lo’s Uptown Saturday Night. Nose rings around me glimmered. Heads nodded, including mine, and I realized it was because every puppet in the store had their strings attached to the bass EQ of the hip-hop blaring over the store speakers. My face grew whiskers so that the whiskers could twitch. My head cocked. “This sounds like Edan,” I said to my friends who had left me to look for Dipset mixtapes. The clacking-case fingers of the scruffy used rock scavengers faded out; all my body felt was the touch of the rolling rhymes and thundering beats billowing down from Amoeba’s high ceiling, like music sacred and urbane in a cathedral that had the faces of Pete Rock and Prince Paul in the stained glass. Stepping to the altar, I copped my salvation. Damn, I’m melodramatic.

AN: OOOOH MAN, that E-DON disc is hotttitty though. He’s all BOOM-tic-BAP-tic and weeeee weeeee plucky pluck with those sweet-ass psych harp things sometimes, you know? Buzzy buzz with the long-ass distortion samples. Toot toot goes the flute and stuff. Man it is a good compact disc to listen to. Why don’t you like it? Is it because you’re a little bedwetter?

CB: I just get that way for the hot shit, though. For instance, Liquid Swords (1995) taught me the meaning of life, and I believe that it has the power to resurrect dead kids and animals given the presumption they are not the same thing. And, on top of that, renew their decomposing flesh. As I roamed the pristine corridors of Amoeba, I began to wonder about the potential of Edan’s newest to-be-supernatural hot shit after noticing three things during my record store epiphany.

AN: You ate too much chicken and had to squat out gats of crap in the record store.

CB: Here’s the first thing: the title Beauty and the Beat perfectly captures the conflict at the heart of the record’s sound. The music tugs back and forth; its substance consists of psych rock and pretty jazz colors, a haze that wants to swirl out entrancingly like food colors on oil, like the album’s cover art. That’s the desire of the album’s Beauty, but it’s curbed out of its supinity by the overarching, demanding fist of the grungy Beat.

AN: Shit man, like, okay, I don’t get why you hate this record so much. First, fucking, okay, there’s Percee-P on this and he just totally human verbal machine-guns rapid fire rattatows through his verse like he does every other verse he does and probably sounds just quite nearly as tight as Kool G did on his best day back in the day. I think Edan was like “if I have all these pretty-ass colours on my cover and flutes and shit over my breaks, then I might have to man the fuck up on the guest spots”. Because the Insight, Percee, and Lif appearances are all dead-on. I’ve never heard guests complement the vibe of a record like that before. Fucking, rawk, rawkan Edan. Oh and here I would like to admit that I got caught lip-syncing in my mirror to “Fumbling Over Words that Rhyme” by my Mom.

CB: The second thing I noticed about the album was how much I was noticing the album. Edan mixes his primary drum, vocal, and sample elements with a bold equality, emphasizing anything only so much as everything’s highlighted. That’s the wise and righteous choice on his part; his flow’s a fast and heavy masseuse, his rhymes are intelligent and image-packed, his drums are classic, and his inspired sample choices come together to make a striking aesthetic statement in which Edan bites of the 60’s and 70’s most mind-altering fruits, juice of moog and echoplex running down his chin, and spits out tight, hard pulses of fuzzy fire. In that record store I stopped wanting to listen to the album and started needing to listen to it. Edan’s power compelled me.

AN: NOT ONLY THAT!! You ever notice how all his samples come together like they’re just one loop? It’s almost as if, often, they are one loop. I think they are one loop, is what I’m trying to say, in other words. In conclusion, they are one loop. On at least one of the songs. It’s as if he’s, ok, it’s like dude is “extrapolating the virtuosity of the beatsmiths of yore.” Ok Chet? And I know you won’t believe me, but that was straight off the dome.

CB: The third thing I noticed was that I love Beauty and the Beat in all of its supernatural hot shit glory.

AN: OH, YOU DO LIKE THE ALBUM. I always knew you’d like this album.

CB: The album’s lightning had wormed into my synapses, but when “The Science of the Two” struck, it’s like the GABA fluid in my brain evaporated, and all the portals opened, and I saw “the Beauty” and “the Beat” as red and black dragons battled until the sky broiled into a mess of all things dope. Breaks constantly morphed under robotic key effects until things settled on a flickering, indescribable post-rock wah-wah loop that El-P will envy and envy and lust after. Then he’ll hear the phase-shifting “Smile,” and it’ll almost be too much for him to take.

AN: So you LIKE the album. I’m pretty sure I think you like it. Chet, if you can hear me, please say either you like it or you do not and just say only one of those exact combinations of words.

CB: Hell, it was almost too much for me to take. I cradled the album all the way up to the register, and my breath reeked of hallelujah.

AN: Apparently, that’s why no one wants to get on a mic after Biz Markie.

Chet Betz & Aaron Newell | April 6, 2005

Prince

Father's Song, followed by The Question Of U

Miles Davis

Right Off (Take 11)

Björk

Desired Constellation

Kate Bush

Hammer Horror [demo]

HamsterHuey said:

Aight

Joy Division

Shadowplay [live @ Les Bains Douches 18 December 1979]

Joy Division, Shadowplay [Granada Reports, 20/09/1978]
The Cure, Fire In Cairo [live Arnhem, 1980]
Wendy & Lisa, Staring At The Sun
Björk, Aeroplane [live Vessel]
Graham Central Station, Boogie Witcha, Baby
Terence Trent D'Arby, If You Go Before Me

The White Stripes, The Big Three Killed My Baby
Björk, All Neon Like [Live]
PJ Harvey, Down By The Water [live 2004]

The Cure, Another Journey By Train
Depeche Mode, Everything Counts

Joy Division

Warsaw [live February 28th 1980 at The Warehouse, Preston]

I am now listening to Rufus Wainwright's Want; Two, as Dawntreader and I are going to see him live tonight!

Yippee!

The Cocteau Twins

Fifty Fifty Clown

Nirvana

Serve The Servants [Solo Acoustic 1993]

Joy Division

Wilderness (live at The Factory, Hulme)

Prince & The Amazing Revolution

Computer Blue



This song still has the power to transport me straight back to 1984 and I am in awe all over again...
Even though in the meantime I have found out where Prince got his inspiration, this song (and album) are still refreshing and new, never sounding out of date...

HamsterHuey said:

Shouldn't you be listening to the extended outtake with the hallway speech??

CinisterCee said:

No. I like this one better. And it's the jukebox doing the chosing. LoL

RIght now the jukebox is not on and I am playing the songs I am sending to Denmark.

Prince

Loose! #2

Joy Division

New Dawn Fades

The Beatles

And Your Bird Can Sing [Anthology giggle version]

silly

HamsterHuey said:

I like that version

The Beastie Boys

That's it That's All



I love these guys.