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The Beta Band roam the dusted plains. As they say over on Wikipedia, “This article is a stub,” just a place to get down a concept while it's still fresh in my mind (after all, that's how Terminal Vibration started out in the first place). As you've probably noticed, I've been hinting around the concept … Continue reading In Dust We Trust
Crashing back to earth — so there's a way back after all — spiral strains of Wilmot echo through the valley, The Sabres Of Paradise in full flame and lost in elemental motion. Enter stage left it's “Thomas The Fib”, sauntering right out the room into the sun-glazed cascade of high noon, Trainspotting rifles and For A Few Dollars … Continue reading Rattlesnake Shake
“The Soft Parade has now begun.” In the long, cool wash into the century's turn, the tides shifted and the futurist obsessions flipped to the retro rollercoaster, the valoriziation of the vintage. Suddenly, the old was new again, and nothing was cooler. It's tempting to lay it all at the feet of sampladelia: with everyone … Continue reading Breakbeat Manalishi
With this and the next (and final) entry in our “bargain bin” trilogy existing solely as 12" promos, I'd just like to take a moment to reflect on the sheer volume of great music that's only available tucked away on these often forgotten 12" discs. And I'm not talking “Wow, man... gee, that's really neat,” … Continue reading A Dubplate Symphony (In Two Parts)
Down there in the dust and heat, the dry wind of Andalusia and that final ride into the deep, the unknown and beyond. The muezzin wail across the sea and over the dunes of Tangier, shifting Raï chansons and Khaled the desert mystic bounce back across the airwaves, lost again in the dub chambers, the … Continue reading El Cid
Transmitting from deep within the Arctic Circle Dwelling on Talk Talk got me thinking about back when I first dove deep into their body of workby now this would've been about twenty years ago — experiencing the sprawl of their discography's twin poles: synth-inflected new wave and freeform post rock, (with Sylvian-esque art pop of The Colour … Continue reading Greyscale
Still on the beach, the tides still turning. Sun slowly sinks into the ocean, melting out across the horizon and into the cool blue waters of the Pacific as the disco pulse spirals off into the evening mist. Bouncing off the “mother sunspot of all time”, some strange connection separated by a gulf of twenty-odd … Continue reading Dance The Parallax
A scenario unfolds on the grid... Lost in the caves, navigating 303 stalactites in flux and bathed in echoes of The Airplane, Stargate rising onna vector plane and the spectral breeze coarsing through lava flows deeper still. Underworld deep in the cut, another remix tripping out into the k-hole, wild fractals spiral off the jet … Continue reading Acid Underworld
The memory of trees... palm trees and plantains, y todo lo demás. Down at Punta La Bandera circa 1987, the sound of percussion pulsing through the palms, people dancing on the promenade to the rhythms of Compass Point (or a reasonable facsimile thereof), bass/synths/guitar melt together and glow like neon in the darkness, sketched against … Continue reading Compass Point Carolina
Groove, groove, groove, groove with the colour... Down on the boulevard, caught between the heatwave and the afternoon haze, Hotwax Whiskey River on the pavement, the dusted stomp of New Kingdom's Paradise Don't Come Cheap, The 45 King, and traces of Link Wray's Fat Back pulsing through the bone dry breeze. Lost beneath the dull … Continue reading Yellow Sunshine