Posts Tagged ‘Spiritualized’


Heavy Rotation V. 58: The Chemical Connection Edition

January 16, 2011

Featuring The Loops of Fury, the Chemical Brothers, Kasabian, Renegade Soundwave, the Prodigy and Spiritualized. If you’d like a track removed, contact me at


Learn something new everyday. Giles Turnbill did.

“November 6 – 6. When your son asks “What is electricity?” it’s wise to stop and think for a moment—or consult an encyclopedia—before launching into an answer that may grind to an unfortunate and, for the questioner, unsatisfying halt.”

Literal New Yorker Cartoon Captions. Misses about as often as it hits, but this one is a keeper. As is this one.

Something more for RF and SM to fight about: FuckYeahMenswear.

Kasabian – Underdog (Loops of Fury Refix).mp3

The actual second coming of the Stone Roses (unlike the Second Coming of the Stone Roses, which was underwhelming, to say the least), Kasabian whip up some mighty fine swaggering dance rock. Concerned that there was perhaps too much “rock” and not enough “dance” in this mixture, Loops of Fury take over on production and crank this up into a bigger, beatier frenzy, triggering looping vocal samples and house-quaking bass in a very close approximation of the Chemical Brothers, from whom they have borrowed their name.

Chemical Brothers – Loops of Fury.mp3

Released very early on in the ChemBros’ career while they were still d/b/a the Dust Brothers, a name that they had, in turn, borrowed from an American production duo who at that point were most famous for producing the Beastie Boys’ classic second album, Paul’s Boutique.

Flattering tribute or not, the original Dust Brothers told the upstarts, “Thanks and all, but we’d like to keep the name,” perhaps fearing these Brits would surpass them, what with Paul’s Boutique not exactly flying off the shelves.

So Tom and Ed relented, becoming the world famous Chemical Brothers, issuing the wryly titled Exit Planet Dust as their debut. The Dust Brothers went on to produce albums for Beck, Santana and craft the Fight Club soundtrack. Sometimes everybody wins.

The Prodigy – Voodoo People (Chemical Brothers Remix).mp3

While we’re still in the general vicinity, let’s discuss the Chemical Brothers’ godawesome remixing skills. This particular remix takes hold of The Prodigy’s hyperkinetic breakbeats, which had more in common with proto-drum n bass than the Chemical Brothers’ own mixture of hip hop breaks and rock attitude, and morph it into a shitstorm of city-levelling bass and beautifully triggered vocal samples.

Listen to that bass. Turn it up enough and you’re no longer hearing it. At top volume it becomes an omniscient force, a godlike pulse that consumes the air around it.

The Chemical Brothers know bass.

Renegade Soundwave – Thunder.mp3

So does Renegade Soundwave. One of the pioneers of acid house/breakbeats, Renegade Soundwave entered the scene in late 80s along with Meat Beat Manifesto, taking their musical cues from industrial music and post-punk acts like Killing Joke and converting them for the dance floor.

The Chemical Brothers have specifically cited this track as an influence, stating they wanted their bass to sound as badass as this does. As evidenced above, they nailed it.

Spiritualized – I Think I’m in Love (Chemical Brothers Remix).mp3

I’ll leave you with this: proof that the Brothers can also do unimaginably pretty when not targeting your central nervous system with low-level sub-bass carpet bombing.



Heavy Rotation Vol. 21 – Sunday Chillout Special Edition

November 1, 2009

Winter’s here for most of us. (I said “most of us,” Claire and Overconfident.) Time to enjoy those lazy Sunday mornings. Only venture outside the covers long enough to grab some cocoa, the Sunday paper (if available) and curl up in bed with your main squeeze. Maybe throw in an old movie or tenderly get your fuck on.

Make a day of it, starting with this week’s very special Sunday Chillout Special Edition.


Ulrich Schnauss – Between Us and Them
Germany’s answer to m83, Ulrich Schnauss has been mixing My Bloody Valentine/Cocteau Twins beauty with racks of electronics for nearly 15 years. His tracks are long on “pretty” and short on “boring,” producing the kind of blissful ambience that just dares you to demean it with the left-handed compliment “chillout.” (Which I already did. See above. Apologies all around.)


Whitey – Made of Night
Fucking Whitey. How does he do it? Let me just state something right out front:

This the best fucking thing I have heard in a long time.

That is not to cast aspersion (nifty word, huh?) on anything else I’ve heard recently. I have heard a ton of great music lately. A ton.

This is just saying this track is that fucking amazing. The sound of quiet desperation. Existing rather than living. Letting a lifetime of bad choices carry you into the dark. It’s all in there. And it is done so well. Just listen. I lack the proper adjectives.

This reviewer doesn’t. All you need to read is the last line.


One Dove – White Love
Scotland. Is there any place like it? Between the weather, the poverty and the unintelligible accents, it’s a wonder anyone ever gets out of there alive. Featuring the impeccable production of Andrew Weatherall and the airy vocals of Dot Allison, White Love glides gracefully towards the dancefloor. Just enough kick to keep your heart rate up and enough layered vocals to curl up in and stay warm.


Mogwai – Tracy (Kid Loco Mix)
Scotland. Is there any place like it? Apparently not, but that doesn’t stop great bands from popping up all over the place like some sort of impeccably tasteful kudzu. Mogwai, another of the Scottish greats, have been working their particular brand of post-rock for over a decade, eschewing lyrics for guitars and propulsive drumming for more guitars.

Building layers and layers of texture out of some quite strumming, the Glasgow quintet create some of the most amazing noise ever laid down on wax. (Records, kids. They’re like mp3s, except that you would need a couple of sherpas and some pack mules to transport a gig or two anywhere.)

Mogwai gets reworked by French electronica producer Kid Loco, who adds his trademark downtempo touch in a deft bit of addition through subtraction, adding ample breathing room that allows the track to ebb and flow.


Spiritualized – Shine A Light (Unreleased Mix)
Someone had the notion that the only thing missing from space rock was soul. And not just any soul, but a shattered soul, wrapped in bruises and numbed with heroin. That man was J. Spaceman, a refugee from drone-rock antagonists Spacemen 3.

This is an unreleased version of a track from Lazer Guided Melodies. It breathes a little heavier and approaches the crescendo a bit noisier than its “proper” version, but that’s what makes it better. It has more of a cathartic feel, as if bringing the noise would drown out the pain. J Spaceman is most likely in the business of killing himself to death, intertwining his despairing smack lust with the rock-bottom hopefulness of old spirituals and last chance prayers to a god that won’t save him. He won’t because he knows that deep way down, J doesn’t want salvation: he just wants to feel something different.

All files in one easy-going zipped up folder:
Heavy Rotation Vol. 21


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May 1, 2009
Why Ted married Jane.

Why Ted married Jane.

Bob Sinclar – Gym Tonic.mp3

French House producer (is there any other kind?) Bob Sinclar released this single, featuring a lengthy sample of a Ms. Jane Fonda workout album.

Stand with your feet together, buttocks tight, stomach pulled in, arms straight out to the side, shoulder height. Now flex your hands upward, press the heels of your hands out to the opposite walls, and circle forward. 2..3..4..5..6..7..8..and back.

It drew the attention of the litigious Ted Turner & Moustache, Inc., who apparently claimed Jane Fonda as “intellectual property.” (We can laugh at this later.) No one knows exactly what was objectionable about the sample.

Perhaps Sinclar’s label was unable to cough up ivory backscratcher-type money to secure the rights. Perhaps Mr. Turner wished to keep his wife’s sordid past as a fitness instructor under wraps.

While Ms. Fonda certainly has committed her share of crimes against humanity (popularizing legwarmers, marrying Ted Turner, deluding movie stars into believing they have valid opinions), perhaps none is so egregious as Barbarella, a French nudie pic wrapped in a French art house overcoat.

This, of course, adds to Ms. Fonda’s rap sheet the charge of aiding and abetting Duran Duran, whose members spent most of the 80’s behaving as if they were main characters in a Bret Easton Ellis novel.

Nixon instantly loses the war on drugs.

Nixon instantly loses the war on drugs.

Spiritualized – Ladies & Gentlemen, We Are Floating in Space.mp3

Jason Pierce (a.k.a. J. Spaceman; amnesiac Jason Bourne) has made some bad decisions as well (naming his child “Poppy,” continuing his feud with Sonic Boom well past the point that anyone cares), but none was more bold and potentially damaging to his heroin slush fund than his head-to-head run-in with the Estate of Elvis Presley.

All told, Ladies & Gentlemen… is a glorious ode to unrequited love/heroin. J then takes a sad song and makes it better (choke on that, Apple Records!) by dropping huge, unaltered chunks of lyrics and melody line from Elvis’s Can’t Help Falling in Love. About a million times removed from, and a million times better, than UB40’s inescapable faux-reggae rendition.