Friday, October 29, 2004
posted by dubversion at 3:45 pm
Thursday, October 28, 2004
in a list of his top ten Peel moments, there's this:
10) SHAM 69 SESSION
"I'D LIKE TO BUY A SHOTGUN / SHOOT THEM DISC JOCKEYS /
TONY BLACKBURN, JIMMY YOUNG / THEY NEVER PLAY WHAT I WANNA 'EAR!"
Do you need to know anymore? OK, I never heard this first time round, but the Peel Session version of 'What Have We Got' (Answer- "John Peel!" of course!) is one of the most essential recordings since Elvis first beat two sticks together in the
jungle. So fuck you, Charles Shaar Murray!
posted by dubversion at 1:50 pm
posted by dubversion at 1:03 pm
Tuesday, October 26, 2004
posted by dubversion at 1:22 pm
Monday, October 25, 2004
"Charlie Brooker apologises for any offence caused by his comments relating to
President Bush in his TV column, Screen Burn. The views expressed in this column
are not those of the Guardian. Although flippant and tasteless, his closing
comments were intended as an ironic joke, not as a call to action - an intention
he believed regular readers of his humorous column would understand. He deplores
violence of any kind."
pointless spineless toadying fucknuckles.. all this after their ludicrous parroting of the ESF/Lee Jasper/Livingstone mafia pack of lies account of the 'Storming of Alexandra Palace'... racist attack my fucking arse...
posted by dubversion at 1:44 pm
Sunday, October 24, 2004
Charlie Brooker, Saturday October 23, 2004
Heady times. The US election draws ever nearer, and while the rest of the
world bangs its head against the floorboards screaming "Please God, not Bush!",
the candidates clash head to head in a series of live televised debates. It's a
bit like American Idol, but with terrifying global ramifications. You've got to
Or have you? Have you seen the debates? I urge you to do so. The
exemplary BBC News website (www.bbc.co.uk/news) hosts unexpurgated
streaming footage of all the recent debates, plus clips from previous
encounters, through Reagan and Carter, all the way back to Nixon versus JFK.
Watching Bush v Kerry, two things immediately strike you. First, the
opening explanation of the rules makes the whole thing feel like a Radio 4
parlour game. And second, George W Bush is... well, he's... Jesus, where do you
The internet's a-buzz with speculation that Bush has been wearing a
wire, receiving help from some off-stage lackey. Screen grabs appearing to show
a mysterious bulge in the centre of his back are being traded like Top Trumps.
Prior to seeing the debate footage, I regarded this with healthy scepticism: the
whole "wire" scandal was just wishful thinking on behalf of some amateur Michael
Moores, I figured. And then I watched the footage.
Quite frankly, the man's either wired or mad. If it's the former, he
should be flung out of office: tarred, feathered and kicked in the nuts. And if
it's the latter, his behaviour goes beyond strange, and heads toward terrifying.
He looks like he's listening to something we can't hear. He blinks, he mumbles,
he lets a sentence trail off, starts a new one, then reverts back to whatever he
was saying in the first place. Each time he recalls a statistic (either from
memory or the voice in his head), he flashes us a dumb little smile, like a
toddler proudly showing off its first bowel movement. Forgive me for employing
the language of the playground, but the man's a tool.
So I sit there and I watch this and I start scratching my head, because I'm
trying to work out why Bush is afforded any kind of credence or respect
whatsoever in his native country. His performance is so transparently bizarre,
so feeble and stumbling, it's a miracle he wasn't laughed off the stage. And
then I start hunting around the internet, looking to see what the US media made
of the whole "wire" debate. And they just let it die. They mentioned it in
passing, called it a wacko conspiracy theory and moved on.
Yet whether it turns out to be true or not, right now it's certainly
plausible - even if you discount the bulge photos and simply watch the
president's ridiculous smirking face. Perhaps he isn't wired. Perhaps he's just
gone gaga. If you don't ask the questions, you'll never know the truth.
silence is all the more troubling since in the past the US news media has had no
problem at all covering other wacko conspiracy theories, ones with far less
evidence to support them. (For infuriating confirmation of this, watch the
second part of the must-see documentary series The Power Of Nightmares (Wed,
9pm, BBC2) and witness the absurd hounding of Bill Clinton over the Whitewater
and Vince Foster non-scandals.)
Throughout the debate, John Kerry, for his part, looks and sounds a bit
like a haunted tree. But at least he's not a lying, sniggering, drink-driving,
selfish, reckless, ignorant, dangerous, backward, drooling, twitching, blinking,
mouse-faced little cheat. And besides, in a fight between a tree and a bush, I
know who I'd favour.
On November 2, the entire civilised world will be praying, praying Bush
loses. And Sod's law dictates he'll probably win, thereby disproving the
existence of God once and for all. The world will endure four more years of
idiocy, arrogance and unwarranted bloodshed, with no benevolent deity to watch
over and save us.
John Wilkes Booth, Lee Harvey Oswald, John Hinckley Jr - where are you now
that we need you?
there's really nothing I can add to that.
posted by dubversion at 6:12 pm
Thursday, October 21, 2004
posted by dubversion at 11:17 pm
Monday, October 18, 2004
posted by dubversion at 9:08 pm
it started badly - no CD decks, no bar (the police had intervened) and no audience.. we really thought it was going to be a depressing debacle.. just a bunch of pissed off euro-crusties looking dour (there had been some unpleasant shit on the action earlier in the day, so this was understandable).. yet slowly but surely (largely thanks, believe it or not, to Mary J Blige) the crowd got bigger and the dancing got madder and i think we pulled it off. people seemed to get the idea, and loosen up, and just have fun.
there's something satisfying in watching a dancefloor of - what, 10 nationalities? - go batshit for Martha Reeves & The Vandellas....
in the end both shitey CD players just jammed so we couldn't play everyone's choices, which really upset the girl who'd brought the CD of Balkan folk dance tunes ("zis is not a democracy, it iz a diktatorship") and the guy who wanted 2 tracks off the Mob album, but on the whole it was a laugh...
thanks to the organisers, respect to the poor sods who spent the night in the cells .. thanks for having us...
and remember, folks - PROD is fairly adaptable and we do like doing benefits so let us know
i'll leave you with the sign some disgruntled student had stuck on the toilet doors:
posted by dubversion at 9:04 pm
- Cornell Campbell - Dance In A Greenwich Farm
- Lloyd & Devon - Wolf Out Deh
- VC - By His Deeds
- Rhythm & Sound - King In My Empire
- Burning Spear - Marcus Garvey
- Big Youth - Marcus Garvey
- Delroy Wilson - Stop! Think What You're Doing
- Michigan & Smiley - Nice Up The Dance (12" disco mix)
- Derrick Harriot - Slave (12" disco mix)
- Bob Marley - Keep on Moving (12" disco mix)
- Dub Syndicate - Mafia
- Singers & Players - Snipers In The Street
- Jah Batta & Skatee - Style & Fashion
- Butch Cassidy Sound System - Rudi
- 2 Culture Clash - Na Na Na
- MIA - Galang
- Team Shadetek - You Don't Know Me
- Busta Rhymes/Beenie Man - Woo! Hah/Sim Sim AMix
- Sean Paul - Infiltrate
- Ackee - Call Me Rambo
- Anthony B - God Above Everything
- Beenie Man - King Of The Dancehall
- Kovert - Soundboy
- Kid 606 - (can't remember :) )
- The Ruts - Jah War
- 2 Culture Clash - And Dance...
- Dreadzone - Zion Youth
- Zion Train - Follow Like Wolves
- Aswad - Warrior Charge
- Toots & The Maytals - Broadway Jungle Remix
- Prince Buster - Al Capone
- The Top Cats - Tear The Place Down
- The Orb - Perpetual Dawn
which demonstrates once again that i should sort my set out properly before i go so that when i get increasingly fucked after about 2 hours, i don't bottle it and play the same bloody crowdpleasers all the time.. I mean - The Orb? sheesh...
another great Unsound though, although I have no memory of doing another short set in the morning about 6.30am to chill people out before they went home.. oops! Big shout to all the proper DJs - Offshore, the mighty Steve Deadlock and Richie Fingaz. and to the phenomenal Dead Silence Band - live drum and bass in the place.
Next month Jonno Dub Dadda is making his proper London debut (shows with Zion Train, Nucleus Roots and Community Charge notwithstanding) and I'm hoping he'll help me out on the mic and the Fx for my set too.. November 13th, Bar Lorca. you know you want it!!
posted by dubversion at 8:50 pm
Tuesday, October 12, 2004
whilst explaining to somebody about lead anarcho-flan flinger Noel Godin's days as a reviewer of non-existent films, I managed to google the Observer article from 1995 where I first came across him... and here it is courtesy of Jah Sonic (an online vocabulary of culture I feel I should have come across before.. )
The history of the flans is a bizarre and perverse one. Born and
educated in Liege, Noel Godin abandoned his law studies when he got caught up in
the student demonstations of May 1968. The following year, fired with enthusiasm
for the anarchist principles he has never forsaken, he was hired to write the
news column for Friends of Film, a magazine published by the Belgian Catholic
"I started to print complete falsehoods - gradually at first, then
routinely," he recalled. "I invented non-existant films that I illustrated with
snapshots of my relatives. I worte face-to-face interviews with hundreds of
artists, including Frank Capra and Robert Mitchum, without ever leaving my
Readers of Friends of Film were introduced to the work of
imaginary geniuses such as Sergio Rossi, Aristide Beck and Viviane Pei, the Thai
director of such films as "The Lotus Flower Will No Longer Grow On The Shores Of
Your Island". Pei's acheivements, ceaselessly lauded in Godin's column, were the
more remarkable, he reported, in that she was "the only blind director in the
history of cinema". He enthused over "Vegetables of Good Will" (1970, Jean
Clabau), in which Claudia Cardinale played an endive, and "Germinal II", a
Maoist cartoon featuring Jean-Louis Barrault as the voice of a cold chisel.When I voiced my scepticism of these stories, Godin produced a complete run
of the magazine, carefully preserved in chronological order, and clearly
authentic. In the first column I saw, Jeanne Moreau revealed Roger Vadim, former
husband of Brigette Bardot, to be "a DIY fanatic secretly obsessed with small
balsawood aircraft". Elsewhere, subscribers to Friends of Film learnt that
Marlene Dietrich led expeditions to hunt down the Loch Ness monster, that
Michael Caine had a motor that ran on yoghurt, and that Marcel Pagnol had
crossed the Channel on a four-poster bed fitted with an outboard motor.Godin's celebrity "interviews" often found his subject in unusually candid
moods. "I am a cretin," confessed Richard Brooks, director of "Cat On A Hot Tin
Roof". "My films are mere wind." Robert Ryan, who player Deke Thorton in "The
Wild Bunch" argued that "herbivorism could make work a thing of the past".Mindful of his devout readership, Godin announced a conversion every three
months, and reported the induction into the faith of such improbable penitents
as Luis Bunuel and Tennessee Williams. "I got away with it purely because I had
a credulous editor and the magazine was not distributed outside Belgium," said
posted by dubversion at 10:24 pm
Monday, October 11, 2004
just so you get the general idea, here's the first 20
1. LOVE RASTAFARI Mighty Randells BROWNBEAT
2. SLEEPERS Winston Jarrett and
3. DREAD FOR SOME Monyaka Band HEVYAKA
4. UGANDA Yusufali
& Revolutinaries PRINCE BUSTER
5. TIRED FE TO LICK WEED INA BUSH Jacob
6. BATTERING DOWN SENTENCE Bunny Wailer SOLOMONIC
COMES AND GOES Rod Taylor ADBRA
8. LOVE RASTA Jah Rubbal JAH RUBBAL
STAND FIRM Jacob Miller TOP RANKING
10. UMOJA Dennis Brown DEB
STEP FORWARD Max Romeo BLACK ARK
12. DREADFULL SITUATION Carl Dawkins CANCER
13. BREDDA GRAVALICIOUS Wailing Soul MASSIVE
14. MUST BE A SOLUTION
Righteous Flames CLOCKTOWER
15. DEVIL IN THE CITY Calman Scott RAWSE
HIT SONG Roman Stewart ARAB
17. WAR INA BABYLON Max Romeo UPSETTERS
COME ON NATTY DREAD Joy White ARAB
19. MCM SPECIAL Ins MCM
20. JAH JAH
FORGIVE ME Leroy Smart LEO
posted by dubversion at 8:35 pm
Tuesday, October 05, 2004
posted by dubversion at 1:27 pm
Monday, October 04, 2004
- picture of blogger with pet: 5 pts (deduct one if it's another fucking rabbit called Bun Bun)
- rant about how Michael Moore is a freakin a-hole and we'd all be speaking Iraqi by now if it wasn't for the Marines, and like, my brother is out there now and I hope he takes some freakin' towelheads out: 5 pts
- picture of blogger's girlfriend/boyfriend pulling dumb face: 1 pt
- rant about how Michael Moore has done a terrible disservice to the Left by failing to take into account a rigorous class analysis of the War On Terror, resorting instead to empty gestures and pointscoring: 2 pts. Award yourself another 5 pts if this blogger is over the age of 15.
- Having that annoying 'fade' effect between pages: 4 pts
- Lyrics from a Metallica album either as the tagline of the blog or within at least the first three posts: 10 pts
- Anything self-evidently goth (old school Goth, goth metal, industrial Goth, Emily Strange, etc): no pts at all. what's the fucking use? you'd all be on 1,000,000 pts before the end of the week otherwise. Where do all these fucking goths come from anyway?
- Hello Kitty pictures or references: 2pts
- Anything at all in Klingon: 10pts. Deduct these points (and any others you may have amassed if you either a) understand it or b) even wonder what it means.
- Blogs written in text speak. Yeh, 4 real. 4ptz
- People with wacky profiles. And wacky pictures in their wacky profiles: 10pts. (and DAMN Blogger for introducing this shit).
- FUCKING IRRITATING ANIMATED CURSORS ON BLOGS.. FUCK OFF WITH YOUR MULTICOLOURED STRINGS OF FAIRIES AND PRETTY FUCKING LIGHTS: 2pts.
- Neo-Nazi crackpot recipe sites. Or How To Be A Better Survivalist Through Pearl Barley. 20pts
- Utter Utter Pretension - elliptical taglines, Zen-like posts, stuff like this:
i feel as empty as a drum
i wrote this on april 22, 2003 (as the war in iraq
began). just random thoughts 15pts
i hope there's a few suggestions to get you started. Perhaps some other bloggers out there would like to add their suggestions.
It's a sad and beautiful world.
posted by dubversion at 4:59 pm
"There is no more sombre enemy of good blogging than the pram in the hall. "*
(with apologies to Cyril Connolly)
posted by dubversion at 10:17 am