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Heavy Rotation Vol. 39 – (Almost) Familiar to Millions Edition

April 11, 2010

There comes a time in every DJ’s life when he looks around the dancefloor and sees it’s time to slap the dancers upside the head (musically-speaking). At this point, he will root around in the bag and find something guaranteed to both a.) move asses and b.) appeal to the largest cross-section.

Voila! The remix. If done well, it becomes a go-to track. If not, there’s always tomorrow night, or next week or whenever.

These are done well.

Slightly undercooked, but still tasty:
The Heavy Rotation Archives

Still not enough music? Check out Hidden Leaves’ Friday throwdown, in case you’re still trying to sober up/drown out the voices/finish reading the 5,800 word article on quantum physics. A few weeks back saw Ulysses indulging his SWPL-esque rap fetish and following weeks have seen artists as diverse as Charles Mingus and skatepunkers The Saints.

Led Zeppelin – Immigrant Song (Dirty Funker Remix).mp3
The mysterious Dirty Funker comes from the UK, a mystical place where thousands of people gather in boggy fields and dance until NME announces the “next big thing.” Whoever he is, DF does some amazing mixes, rerubbing everyone from Metallica to Nirvana to Michael Jackson to the White Stripes.

This one goes large, approximating Bonham’s thunder with a brutal 808 and spinning dials back and forth for maximum effect. Tuff, danceable and huge.

White Stripes – Seven Nation Army (Adam Freeland Mix).mp3
Last week’s fan favorite returns to win your hearts, minds and organs beyond with his thumping take on the White Stripe’s already pretty thumping Seven Nation Army. The real fun is the pitchshifting tweakery on Jack White’s low-slung guitar work, which gives the track a nicely discombobulating feel.

Guns & Roses – Welcome to the Jungle (Dirty Dub Hole Mix).mp3
Well, with variety being the spice of life and all, here’s another solid mix by Dirty Funker, this time under the charming Dirty Dub Hole moniker. Lest you mistake my attempted metaphor-mixing for a pan of this track, be advised that it does kick serious amounts of ass on several levels, not the least of which is the all the panning going on inside, which flows nicely with the faux-power kill effects.

Yep. That should make it all crystal clear. Just listen.

Blur – Song #2 (Edu K Remix).mp3
Perhaps the most gregarious of Blur’s tunes, Song #2 seemed to be their Creep, the kind of inescapable hit that has all the frat boys mouthing your words and the all the sorority girls mouthing the frat boys.

So Ed Banger artist Edu K does what anyone with his talent would do: BANG BANG BANG BANG. Takes a bad song and makes it badder. If you thought all that woo-hooing was played out, well, you just ain’t heard it like this before. (Truth be told, most of the annoying “woo-hoo” has been removed and replaced with large doses of distorted, pitchshifted samples and banging dancefloor drums.)

CCR – Fortunate Son (Streetlab Remix).mp3
Good ol’ Creedence. Lebowski knows what I’m talking about. NYC electronic duo Streetlab have an inordinate amount of fun, taking this classic rock staple and getting it all pimped up and ready for the floor. Lots of pitching, shifting and knob twiddling of the non-sexual type.

Go hit up their website. They’ve got a whole album full of remixes (Pet Shop Boys, Beastie Boys, ZZ Top, Led Zeppelin) available for the low, low price of one email address.

Bonus track: (Just listen.)

O.M.G.

Well, I hope you enjoyed them all. That last track was, of course, J.D. remixed by Database. If you wish to have this piece of Americana tainting your hard drive, go ahead and right-click on the O.M.G. to download it.

– CLT

[All music posted on Fancy Plans… is kick ass and too awesome to be contained. All music is also posted temporarily and, due to its high level of ass-kicking, should not be distributed without a prescription and care should be taken while operating heavy equipment or dancing around the living room (clothing optional, but do remember that the blinds are open/kids are still awake).
Should you wish to have your brilliant artistic statement forced back into confinement, please email me at 2timegrime@gmail.com. Feel free to leave a comment, as that will probably be noticed sooner.
By all means, if you like what you hear (and you will), please support the totally rocking artist(s) by purchasing some music or heading out to see them live.]
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Heavy Rotation Vol. 38 – “Representing Whitey” Edition

April 4, 2010

Welcome back to the Heavy Rotation, now in its 38th edition. This week’s edition will be just like its previous 37 incarnations, with the notable exception of being frontloaded with an album review. In other words, almost completely unlike any other volume. In fact, completely unlike the rest. Except for the music. The music will be excellent. More excellent, perhaps. Certainly no less.

Previous album-review-free versions here:
The Heavy Rotation Archives

As you are already aware, Whitey released his long delayed second album on April 1st. If you haven’t tracked down a copy yet, by all means, finish reading this review and then head right out. (Links will be provided.)

Canned Laughter is a bleak, disillusioned album. Not that Whitey was ever the most cheerful boy in the studio (see also: Made of Night, The Light at the End of the Tunnel is a Train), but his latest bears the marks of someone burnt once too often by life itself.

But as much as Canned Laughter drips with revulsion for those in power and their propensity for fucking everyone and everything for as long as they can, Whitey’s latest speaks (perhaps only to me) volumes about getting old.

Leading off with Dinosaur, which approximates vintage New Order (think Confusion/Blue Monday) and grabs a bit of Shriekback’s punk-funk for color, Whitey fatalistically watches the march of time turn even the greatest men into nothing more than dust.

From this jumping-off point, we lurch into Times Up, whose chaotic drumwork is buried beneath a nightmarish electro-calliope. The circus-from-hell tones meld with what sounds like an actual cello as Whitey points out what we all can’t ignore:

It’s the end of the line
Time’s up
And it’s too late to clean up
And everything’s used up
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Count Those Freaks opens up with jungle noises, Tusk-like drums and Dixieland horns, all riding an insanely catchy bassline. Once again, the us vs. them motif appears, once again taking the form of “the way we used to be vs. the way people are now.” As a former nightclub DJ, these lines in particular speak to me, as I increasingly feel this way with each passing year:

We tread a careful line
Between the creatures of the night
Because we’re not completely sure
Who goes to nightclubs any more

It goes on from there, one blisteringly beautiful/bleak song at a time. A grown-up look at life and the damage done. The Genius of the Crowd takes aim at incomplete people whose inability to feel completely turns them into weapons of mass destruction. The narrator intones this emotionlessly, turning it into the anti-Everybody’s Free (to Wear Sunscreen) and replacing the starry-eyed feel-goodisms of Baz Luhrmann’s hit with an incriminating warning.

Liars, Vipers, Jokes and Fakes rides a blissful island rhythm into dark waters, filled with every evil in the world, perpetuated by those who have the power to change things. Everyone else just gets to pay for it. Send Out the Clowns attacks the same subject matter with a different metaphor and even brings along some more tortured calliope tones for good measure.

Whitey slips in a few jokes as well, between all the anger. Check out I Had a Wonderful Night (It Just Wasn’t This One) if only for the title. You’ll find yourself sticking around to sway along to the jaded beauty and the cutting turns of phrase (“You had a wonderful night/But I’ve had better“). Or ride along with an amazing tune and slum it with the “junkies on the corner” while singing along to Whitey’s ode to “gutter aristocracy” The Up Sound for Down People.

Altogether an amazing album, well worth the wait. So. Don’t wait. Click below and follow through. (They’ll open in a new window.)

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Here’s a taster. (Lyrics here.)
Liars, Vipers, Jokes and Fakes

Shocking Pinks – The Big Cutout.mp3
Travelling stylistically along the same heavily-percussed road as Holy Fuck and the Fuck Buttons, Australia’s Shocking Pinks take the listener for a harrowing ride through a starless night, an unlit drive to escape something unnameable and ominous.

Grave Babies – Gouge Your Eyes Out.mp3
Sounding a lot like Faith-era Cure riding shotgun with the death disco of SALEM, Seattle’s Grave Babies deliver the languidly brutal message that no matter how bad your day was, the night promises to be unimaginably worse. Claustrophobic in the way that all the best goth bands were claustrophobic. (Think Bauhaus’ Bela Lugosi’s Dead or Upside Down by Creaming Jesus.) Still, you could conceivably hum the melody line…

Palermo Disko Machine – Theme of Palermo Disko.mp3
Channelling Giorgio Moroder and Vangelis while borrowing from Plastikman’s 303-noodlings, Italy’s Palermo Disko Machine boldly wear their influences on their impeccably-styled sleeves, cobbling together a dancefloor destroyer that manages, at the very minimum, to be the sum of its impressive parts.

Adam Freeland – We Want Your Soul.mp3
Operating with the same distorted breakbeats as his Marine Parade labelmates, Evil Nine, Adam Freeland takes his punk ethics to the airwaves via a vocodered female proxy, delivering the inarguable message that the world gives you so little and asks so much in return.

Appeals to the anarchist in all of us, dragging us off the walls and onto the dancefloor, where we can shout anti-everything slogans while we seek to change the world by drinking, drugging and fucking.

It’s a blast and way more focused than the MC5. Plus it samples Bill Hicks, so that’s about +10 on the enjoyment scale.

-CLT

[All music posted on Fancy Plans… is kick ass and too awesome to be contained. All music is also posted temporarily and, due to its high level of ass-kicking, should not be distributed without a prescription and care should be taken while operating heavy equipment or dancing around the living room (clothing optional, but do remember that the blinds are open/kids are still awake).
Should you wish to have your brilliant artistic statement forced back into confinement, please email me at 2timegrime@gmail.com. Feel free to leave a comment, as that will probably be noticed sooner.
By all means, if you like what you hear (and you will), please support the totally rocking artist(s) by purchasing some music or heading out to see them live.]