I saw a punk with a piss stain on his pants in the girls bathroom. He had things in his thin hair and was standing in the corner between the basins. He may have been watching a movie called Girls in the Bathroom, or he may have been in one called Boy in the Girls' Bathroom. Either way, he had nothing to do with anyone else in the room. I don't like that boy, but he does provide a charmingly anecdotal introduction to the power of the groove.
Camille - Ta Douleur (Al Usher Vocal Mix) (MediaFire)
There's something fundamentally filthy about Camille. Firstly, she's French. Secondly, she has a big nose. That means big nostrils... and that means long nose hairs. Mostly, though, she ends her sentences with so much phlegm that the sex she seems to Europeanly imply is more like an alien water birth or something you found in your panties that sent you rushing to the doctor. Maybe Camille is like musical thrush.
However, Al Usher licked the skin that tasted like soil and grew an Orange Maid Lolly. That embarrassing vocal is cleaved with a bass line so firm and sweet and gradually the mucus is diluted to some kind of pleasant film. I'm not saying its a great song, but its nice to see what a man can do with a dirty woman.
Closer Musik - One Two Three (No Gravity) (MediaFire)
Old Aguayo got me with the line "Papa don't dance cos that music got no... balls." Which really has nothing at all to do with this 2000 release from Closer Musik, a project that sees the chiseled Chilean collaborate with German autokraut, Dirk Leyers. That's a helluva pulling power for a pretty girl. I'm a big fan of Musik with a 'k', and of the massive inter-textual web of 'Closer' (NIN, Patrick Marber, "you're too far away"). I also like Germans very much, either in spite of because of their own particular phlegm. The track title, however, rhymes. Eh.
Luckily, the Eh wasn't nearly big enough to matter. Its a minimal track, in the adjectival more than generic sense, and also in the cherry tomato sense. Notes here are left to play out to their conclusion with a resonance I had technologically forgot. The minute modulations of most minimal mean that sounds end when they are meant to end - the sounds are built up to fit the track. In No Gravity, though, there seems to be far more care for notes in and of themselves, and the minimalism comes in here where the potential of each is coaxed and cooed out - the melody will say anything that tone forgot. Add to that cold water hand wash the lilted, Third World love affair vocal and Closer Musik have achieved proximity in the most tender way.
Arcade Lover - Fantasy Lines (MediaFire)
And finally: on the crest of that ultimate groove, we entreat you to fly Fantasy Lines tonight. Whatsoever that seems to mean. (Sex.)
Camille - Ta Douleur (Al Usher Vocal Mix) (MediaFire)
There's something fundamentally filthy about Camille. Firstly, she's French. Secondly, she has a big nose. That means big nostrils... and that means long nose hairs. Mostly, though, she ends her sentences with so much phlegm that the sex she seems to Europeanly imply is more like an alien water birth or something you found in your panties that sent you rushing to the doctor. Maybe Camille is like musical thrush.
However, Al Usher licked the skin that tasted like soil and grew an Orange Maid Lolly. That embarrassing vocal is cleaved with a bass line so firm and sweet and gradually the mucus is diluted to some kind of pleasant film. I'm not saying its a great song, but its nice to see what a man can do with a dirty woman.
Closer Musik - One Two Three (No Gravity) (MediaFire)
Old Aguayo got me with the line "Papa don't dance cos that music got no... balls." Which really has nothing at all to do with this 2000 release from Closer Musik, a project that sees the chiseled Chilean collaborate with German autokraut, Dirk Leyers. That's a helluva pulling power for a pretty girl. I'm a big fan of Musik with a 'k', and of the massive inter-textual web of 'Closer' (NIN, Patrick Marber, "you're too far away"). I also like Germans very much, either in spite of because of their own particular phlegm. The track title, however, rhymes. Eh.
Luckily, the Eh wasn't nearly big enough to matter. Its a minimal track, in the adjectival more than generic sense, and also in the cherry tomato sense. Notes here are left to play out to their conclusion with a resonance I had technologically forgot. The minute modulations of most minimal mean that sounds end when they are meant to end - the sounds are built up to fit the track. In No Gravity, though, there seems to be far more care for notes in and of themselves, and the minimalism comes in here where the potential of each is coaxed and cooed out - the melody will say anything that tone forgot. Add to that cold water hand wash the lilted, Third World love affair vocal and Closer Musik have achieved proximity in the most tender way.
Arcade Lover - Fantasy Lines (MediaFire)
And finally: on the crest of that ultimate groove, we entreat you to fly Fantasy Lines tonight. Whatsoever that seems to mean. (Sex.)
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