WE FOUND THEM FIRST.

We found them first yeah mate...PROOF
Anyway they want a Donk on it!

MUSIC BREAK FRCK ROBOT

The least you could do is wait till 3:12!
Then just listen to songs you don't know...

ba-zi--yet hey-dez

THIS IS BORING, LET'S BREAK EVERYTHING AND BEHAVE LIKE IDIOTS

ASS FACE!

ANNOYING ANNOYING ANNOYING

Jiro over at voodoo village
has made a post about the new Extra chewing gum advert, and I wanted to add my ten pence on the subject of advertisement bilge...

The ad above has been pissing me off in so many ways. I hate the way adverts today have to have some sub par Michel Gondry visual trickery. I hate that they are made for international audiences (but nobody seems to notice). I hate the twee plinky plonky music. I hate the nonsense reasoning these Ad men come up with "good things should never end" ?? This leads me onto my next rant...
If I exclusively filled my day with the things I loved, I would be dead.
If everybody listened to this advert the streets would be filled with blood and piss, the world would come to an end. All the shops would be looted and people would live in terrordomes.

IF LOLCATS TOLD GHOST STORIES:

IMMORTAL!

Immortal - Call Of The Wintermoon
by Zav

It just makes me think that I'm never going to have any real fun in my life until I start doing fantasy role play.

THE WORLD'S MOST CONFUSING THREE MINUTES

It's too noisy

PEEP PEEPS!

"Gwet ta fouk ooot!"

GEORGE CARLIN 1937-2008

George Carlin has died.
this is a very very sad day.

NEW ALCHEMIST MIXTAPE

Download here....

DUDLEY O'CLOCK

AND A GOOD DAY TO YOU SIR

SMELLY

Stills from TV.
via le dilly and from mike sacks

BASIL FROM CAIRO

I found this video whilst looking for LA beats, to follow up the previous post.

The blurb for the above video---"This video from 1991 stars a real Egyptian Lover. Basil from Cairo gets freaky when he hears "Egypt Egypt"---???? The best bit is the slow motion walking.
This is the real Egyptian Lover

UNNNH!

MAKING MUSIC!

1988 electrofunk geaks.
VSF - Velocity, Speed & Force

MY HERO'S NEW WIFE IS A HOTTIE

congrats on the newish baby guys.




the last video has my other hero in it too.
Fergus Henderson is a genius

FUCK YOU YMO!

Instead of putting on a show like in the video above, Yellow Magic Orchestra sucked balls. Rather than the Rydeen/Technopolis/Computer Games madness I know and love, the crowd were subjected to an hour and a half of three grumpy middle-aged Japanese men making clicking and whirring noises on Macbooks. Sod off Ryuichi Sakamoto, you and your mobile phone advert music. Sweet fucking Christ it was dull, never see your heroes...
But hey, there's always porn for the blind to keep moral high:
http://pornfortheblind.org/

I WANNA DANCE.

MESSAGE FROM T-WIZZY FOR MY LITTLE BRO WHO HAS FINISHED HIS A-LEVELS

Tim Dog gets balls deep into what it's like to take exams. He goes from sounding like a slightly drunk, yet supportive middle-class dad, to boasting about failing every exam he's ever taken. "Maths, history, economics... it's a waste of my time." That's cool Tim, real cool.

NORTH OR SOUTH...EAST OR WEST?

When I was about 6 or 7, I was subjected to "through the dragons eye".
As a kid I prided myself on my high tolerance for horror/action films. But one day we had to sit down and watch this kids learning program called through the dragon's eye.
Needless to say I enjoyed/dealt with it until CHARN showed up!
I pissed my pants when he appeared. Combining HR Gigers alien with a dead crow, the wankers behind the program created the most monstrous monster I could think of. I was allowed to read books in the library after I saw him. Instead of shitting myself in the recorder practice room where the rest of my class learned important quiz info.
skip to 1:19.

WHO'S NEWTON?

Don't piss off Newton, he'll go berserk and leave all the lights on.

MOON PIG

I was watching tv at Lunch's house a couple of days ago, and out of the blue this advert for birthday cards came on. I have had "MOOOON PIIIIG DOT COOM" stuck in my head ever since.

And it seems other people have the moon pig disease.

GIRL YOU AIN'T HEARD?

MUSIC BREAK JUNEY

Le Foxxe - French Kiss

Bernard Wright - Who do you love

ROBOT JOX

Some wild bastard uploaded robot jox in segments, he also disabled embedding.
link to part one:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Y1N7MhFO7yw

STILL ON THE SCOTCH TIP...

Scotland will forever haunt me, especially inventions such as "The Munchy Box" Warning: if you've just eaten, probably best to let it digest for a while before looking.

5 HOURS OF THIS:

I'm on a train coming back from Scotland, I've got a stinking hangover and am currently surrounded by 15 year old screaming Scottish girls banging out their Cascada and Scooter CDs drinking Irn Bru and Vodka mixers - and it's only midday. The thumping headache I have has now become synchronised with H.P. Baxxter screaming "It's 3am! Bring the Machines!". It's like having rancid cheese poured into your ears when you've just been woken up from a lobotomy. I recorded the bastards so I won't suffer alone.

"IF I HAD A TIME MACHINE"

Saturday 9:45 p.m.
John "Jellybean" Benitez, who is short, boyishly handsome and has a long mane of silky black hair, comes in to the FunHouse at 526 West 26th Street in Manhattan. Although only 25 years old, Jellybean has been a professional deejay for over seven years, working at such clubs as Xenon, Hurrah, La Mouche and New York, New York. In his two years spinning at the FunHouse his popularity has sky-rocketed, especially among Hispanic and Italian kids from Brooklyn and Queens.
Tonight Jellybean looks a bit distracted. Earlier in the evening his mother was stranded at the airport, and with all the ensuing commotion he forgot to bring an important tape with him, a rough mix of a new record he is producing. Jellybean stops at the entrance desk and calls a friend in his building, who agrees to bring the tape. Satisfied, Jellybean crosses the dance floor and enters a door marked "private". Located near the door is a 12-foot-high clown's head, complete with a gigantic, three-dimensional nose and yellow lights for eyes. The clown's mouth is open and partially blocked by a glass panel. Before long, Jellybean's face appears in the clown's mouth. It is through this window that he keeps a close watch on his audience.
Luis and Anthony Jellybean looks out on the main dance floor, which has a hard wood surface and is flanked by enormous speaker columns. The back wall and several support columns located throughout the rooms are sheathed in mirrors. When it's packed, this floor holds over a thousand dancers. To the left of the dance floor is a square four-foot-high platform, which holds several hundred other dancers - it is called the center stage. Past the center stage is an open carpeted area, a bar, a hotdog wagon, an inc cream booth and a smaller circular stage known as the back stage. The back stage holds only 20 to 30 dancers and often features solo performances. A long narrow balcony overlooks both the center and back stages. Around a corner of the main floor is a game room stocked with dozens of video machines. The room also has an electronic punching bag. For 25 cents a punch, the bag will rate one's boxing prowess. Possible scores range from 100 (disaster) to 150 (try again) to 200 (good) to 300 (you're unbeatable). At 300 points, an ear-piercing siren erupts.
FunHouse Bugga doin a backspin Randy Murray, who runs the light show every weekend, comes in the deejay booth and stands next to Jellybean, who is bent over three Technics 1200 turntables, all with records spinning. The crowd is beginning to filter in and Jellybean is cueing his first record of the night. Murray notices a dancer pouring talcum powder on the floor in front of the booth. Murray shakes his head incredulously. "That's his spot," he says. "He's gonna dance on that spot until eight o'clock tomorrow morning".

FunHouse Tickets Sunday 12:45 a.m.
A dozen beefy, musclebound bouncers are standing near the entrance, frisking males for weapons and turning away unwanted customers. Near the bouncers is a red alarm bell that goes off whenever a fight breaks out on the dance floor - something that takes place at least twice a night. Fights can spread faster than bushfire through the FunHouse, so the bouncers need to act quickly. The offending parties are usually tossed into the street within seconds of hitting each other.
Mimi Rocks the House The secret to this system is a network of closed-circuit TV cameras which continually scan the FunHouse. Somewhere deep inside the building is a fortified bunker where one of the owners sits looking at a bank of video monitors and counting the money delivered into the room straight from the box office via a pneumatic tube. The room has an entrance guarded by a pair of steel doors that open into each other, and make it impossible for more than one person to enter at a time.
When Arthur Baker and John Robie arrive they are immediately spotted by Angelo, the head bouncer, and ushered through a VIP entrance. Baker and Robie fight their way through a crowd near the center stage, passing a line of girls from Ozone Park who are doing leg kicks and singing along with the music. No one recognizes the two men edging through the crowd, even though Baker and Robie are responsible for five songs played in the last three hours. A year ago, the pair collaborated with Afrika Bambaata & the Soul Sonic Force on the first electronic hip hop record, "Planet Rock". The record quickly became a FunHouse classic and spawned a genre of music Baker calls electro-boogie. Since then, Baker and Robie have tested all their mixes on the FunHouse crowd. If the song doesn't go over here, they go back to the studio and rework it. The FunHouse has been good to them. So good, in fact, that they are known in dance music circles as the gurus.
"I really feel the Spanish kids are the trendsetters over the black kids now", says Baker. Tonight many blacks are arriving and most are turned away with the explanation that the club is "private". Baker is a huge, hulking man who could pass for a Grateful Dead rodie, but he tends to be quiet and reserved. Robie, on the other hand, is a live wire: jittery, cocky, sarcastic. They head straight for the deejay booth where Jellybean is mixing into the new David Bowie single, "Let's dance". "It's a good night", says Jellybean. When a deejay feels each segue pumping in the crowd, he knows it's all working - he's at one with the crowd, he's hot. "It's nights like this that I feel I could play anything and they'd still go crazy. Sometimes it's like an endless peak."
FunHouse Bugga doin a split jump Baker looks out through the clown's gaping mouth and sees three Buggas dancing. Two years ago, long before Baker arrived, the Buggas ruled the FunHouse. They brought in a new style: gym shorts, T-shirts cut off at the midriff, sweatbands. The look was a reaction against the let's-dress-up-and-hustle craze that swept through New York in the '70s. The Buggas hate the hustle, which they think is too formal, too bourgeois, too social and too lame. According to some FunHouse regulars, the Buggas prefer to take a lot of drugs (mostly speed) and just... bug out. They usually dance in front of the mirrors, slowly accelerating until they are functioning at the dance world equivalent of Mach-5. The dance is fairly simple, a cross between the Monkey and running in place. The outer limbs are a furious, windmilling blur, while the upper torso and head remain remarkably stationary. They can perform this ritual facing the mirrors for hours. If a hair falls out of place, a hand will move up and correct the problem, while the rest of the body continues dancing.
Some people here still respect the Buggas, but their time has probably come and gone. The Buggas are getting a little too old (over 20), a little too burnt out. "There are a few people here," observes Jellybean, "who seem to be trapped in a strange time warp."

FunHouse Tickets Sunday 2:30 a.m.
NOT the Juice Crew - but other lovely FunHouse girls For the past three hours, the Juice Crew has been underneath the balcony, trading gossip, warming up, practicing a few routines. Now, with the first big peak coming fast, they gather on the back stage. Everyone is present: Mama Juice, Berico, Brown Sugar, Brian, Chino, Cal, Starstruck, Crazy Evette, Coco, Stepsaver and, unexpectedly, Tony, who is also known as White Lightning. Althoughwidely considered the best dancer in the crew, Tony has not been at the FunHouse in months. Instead, he has been frequenting other clubs like Paradise Garage and the Loft.
"I love the FunHouse," he says. "It's like a home away from home. But I'm looking for a new club. I've been to practically all the clubs, and I can tell you none of them are like one. How would I describe this place? Weird. I think a lot of insecure people come here. I don't know why they dance in front of mirrors. I guess they get off on seeing themselves dance. Believe me, there's a lot of tense people at the FunHouse."
FunHouse Sex Machines Tony decides to check out the competition in the rest of the club and wanders off to the main floor. "Hip Hop, Be Bop" by Man Parrish is playing and the song provokes a guttural doglike barking from all corners of the room. "Wooff! Wooff! Wooff!" Two glassy-eyed friends meet on the floor. The music is too loud to talk over, but the intensity and duration of their barking signals they are having a good time. Tony moves to the center of the floor and executes a few spins. He is suddenly aware of two Spanish kids staring at him. They are wearing Lees, Garrison belts, and chains galore. The tall one wears a Civil War cap with crossed rifles on the front.
"Check this white boy out," says the one with the cap. Tony has a very distinctive style that incorporates elements of modern jazz and classical ballet. He has gotten into many fights after hearing the word "fag" whispered in his direction.
"You want to check this white boy out?" he says. "You do your thing and I'll do mine." A circle forms around them. The one with the hat looks at the crowd, smirks, and crosses his arms on his chest. He waves a hand in Tony's face indicating "No thanks!"
"Listen," says Tony, his voice tense. "Either we throw down dancing or we throw down fighting."
"Ooh," says the short one. "That's a call."
"Yeah, I'm calling" says Tony.
"You think you're bad, don't you?" he says Cooly.
"I know I'm bad" answers Tony.
FunHouse Buggas The one with the cap moves to the center of the circle and starts to dance. His style is a mixture of freestyle and B-boy. He executes a rapid succession of choreographed steps, spins, and backbends. "He's good," Tony says later, "But not good enough." Just as the Spanish kid is losing energy, "Time Warp" by Eddy Grant comes on. It just happens to be Tony's favorite song. Tony spins to the center of the circle, dips his hands down and throws an imaginary substance in his opponent's face. The crowd applauds. "Go Tony, go" shouts a friend. Tony glides effortlessly across the floor. He kicks out, back bends, and throws his torso in the direction of the Spanish kids, who are already looking humiliated. Tony has burned the guy.
When Tony finally stops there is a line of sweat running down his forehead. "Before you can shoot someone down," he says, "you got to know what you can do."

Sunday 6:05 a.m.
Three-quarters of the dancers have left. Others are slumped on the floor, lying on couches, or sitting with their backs against the wall. Only the hardcore dancers are left. The Juice Crew has scattered to all corners of the floor. Jellybean mixes into a live version of "Sex Machine" by James Brown.

Sunday 8:30 a.m.
The music stops. The crowd boos. "Fuck it, fuck it, fuck it" screams one dancer. Six scavengers are crawling across the floor of the balcony, picking up foil wrappers, and checking them for drugs. The wrappers are the trash left by users of cocaine, angel dust, speed, or mescaline. A dozen bouncers form a chain and gently prod the dancers out the door, like cowhands driving a herd of weary cattle. The dancers collect on the front steps. They look sleepy but are reluctant to leave...

Probably one of the most important clubs ever, especially for the evolution of dance music.Fruit juice and angel dust yo!

GLENDA'S GOT WONDERFUL NIPPLES.

i actually love Oliver Reed. not because his drunkenness was funny, which it was, but because he was great. he was a great actor, a great wit and he didn't give a fuck.

i also hate everyone that presented The Word.



also, it's my birthday today and Oli's no longer with us, so tonight i'm gonna be drinking for two.
cheers buddy.

MARMITE MOVIE...

wet hot american summer, you either love it or you hate it.

SEASON OF THE WITCH.

Whilst not being a very good film, Halloween 3 has one of the most frightening trailers of all time, and a horrible/scary/annoying theme song running almost the whole way through the last 40 minutes.

I FEEL I SHOULD PLUG THIS

I've been a fan of Dave's for a while, both of his mental food and his unique take on presenting. He's finally released a DVD! http://davecancook.com/

SHABBA DO-IT!