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Posted by Chris on February 29, 2008 at 4:29 pm

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Attention has been called to this all-ready, but this beat…this beat… (scorcher built it)
eskiboy - class of 07 (prod. by scorcher) 320k 3mb
Wiley: “I was the first one / I’ll be the last one”
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Sway also has a new mixtape - its going for free. He does a vocal on Bashy’s ‘Black Boys‘ beat which has been all over radio since last summer. Sway shouts out a whole host of Ghanaians who have done things in the UK… including Tony Yeboah (I was at Selhurst Park that day…whoosh).
Sway - Black Stars 320k 7.2mb
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4JMuMtEVFwY#
The mixtape also has a clip from Semtex’s 1xtra show where US Sway spits out the dummy over seniority and brand enclosures. But language is public property and Sway supports the right to ramble (”there are plenty of Johns around, plenty of Tonys, a lot of Barrys”). here.

American public radio does whale song and elephant bass (ta, lamin). here.
Chris Watson records things too. here’s a re-up.
deathwatch beetles, advertising display in oak beam, edingthorpe, norfolk 256k 3mb
Elsewhere birds get sonically de-volved to dinosaurs. from.
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If you make your way to the George Tavern, Commercial Road, E1, LDN on Sunday you can hear sounds get re-volved & dubbed like sound walls (to the window!). Also playing, one of Hyperdub’s latest additions, Ikonika as well as selectors Hanuman and Dubsola… lazy vibes, £1.50 (that’s projected cost price). Befriend it here.
birdsong screwed. from.
Peter Szöke - The Unknown Music of Birds (brief edit) 256k 8.3mb
“Bird song is not as it seems to man as he hears it under normal conditions in nature, nor do the birds themselves perceive it in that seemingly natural form. It is possible to slow down (stretch) bird song (the tape recording) to 2, 4, 8, 6 and 32 times its natural duration…Once they are slowed down in an appropriate form, then our ears can recognize the true melodic structure of the bird songs, whether musical or non-musical, which was hidden behind their original microscopic form” - from the liner notes
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Boris screech like a sparrow caught in winter light dive-bombing a deserted bank. union jack burning in the sunset.
Boris - You Put Up Your Umbrella (pt. 2) 192k 27mb







Aristole thought thunder was the sound of clashing clouds, now people think it’s fast lightning. this thunder is close. roll and clap.
Alison Hinds - Thundah 224k 4.9mb // myspace



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title sequence:
peering into through the windows of Palais de l’ Elysées we see Nicolas creaking on all floors. a mouse dangles between his teeth - it’s mouthing “90101-5l-l“.
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Interior - Jacques’ house. The phone rings and Jacques answers. In a split screen we see Nicolas lying on his belly daintily eating chocolates from a heart-shaped box while his other hand plays with the phone cord. “I’m bored” he said “invite me to dinner with your gang… I promise to be charming.”
Jacques peers over his shoulder at his wife… “prepare the finest china”.
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Nicolas pulls up at Jaques’ appartment flanked by two bearded DGSE agents. “leave the menhir in the car boys, I’m going in”.
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pan around the drawing room - the men are tan and the women jewelled. Nicolas bursts through the door like a leathery knife shouting “the fire truck is burning - this one’s for wolves crew” - he jumps and slides across the counter, pirouettes on the toes of his black and white imitation-spat shoes and lands lightly on a seat next to Carla. she turns to him smiling, leans into his ear and says “I have a secret”. Nicolas, intrigued, raises a coiffered eyebrow - “and what might that be my dear?” she giggles and turns away, letting her hair fall across her face. Nicolas thinks he hears her say “I’m a cyborg” but her voice is no louder than a breath.
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The food is fantastic, Jaques has served a shrew inside an owl inside a falcon, resting on a bed of chestnuts. The conversation is witty and urbane, Nicolas charms the crowd with stories of shark hunting off Mauritius. After dinner, Carla sits at the piano and sings - “me nah want you play with it“. Nicolas is enchanted, the veins rise to the surface of his hands. he sings along silently behind his breath - “make me stretch fi the ceiling”.
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As the evening draws to a close, Nicolas offers to drive Carla home. She doesn’t notice the DGSE agent hidden in the boot. The car pulls up at the lights and Nicolas leans in and whispers - “badman nah cultivate sunflower seeds“. Carla thinks about the smell of his smokey palace and notices the veins rising in his hands again. reserving judgement, she turns and leans against the window, whirring with every movement.
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external shot of the car turning round a corner and out of sight. a line of white doves follow, flying in single file. fade to closing titles…
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credits roll over an image of the castle at Disneyland Paris.
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brought to you by…
temiuv damirov - jeirany - (courtesy of)
autechre - 90101-5l-l (warp)
clark - for wolves crew (warp)
tanya stephens - don’t play
burro banton - phenomenum 2 (mixtape on massive B)
dennis brown - there’s nothing like this
the international herald tribune
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to be continued…
