12.4.09

primary.colours


It is like u are at a concert of joy division,but back in 2009. Or, on a wet scene of Manchester at the same time are members of interpol, radiohead, or portishead and they are improvising. You will not be impressed from the first listen. U have to give some time and more than one tries. Like I did. But i think u will be rewarded. Give a try here or here. They are 'The Horrors'.

8.4.09

with.rain


While watching a video, discovered on net yesterday, i remember an artist that I admire much. Aus, Yasuhiko Fukuzono from Tokyo, is now 26 years old and has already released 7 albums. I 'discovered' him, while i was trying to find all the releases of "moteer" (the label of my beloved Manyfingers). The album that i listened first was Curvelands and it was love at first sight. He loves to re-discover and re-invent the nature of the sounds around him, over and over again. "It gives birth to new nature by changing the nature" quoted by this quirky composer.
I have to mention that he is not only a musician, but also a video artist. So far, he has crafted some of his most beautiful compositions for 6 films and short movies shot by Takafumi Tsuchiya.
An artist to follow. Check him for sure.

20.3.09

16.3.09

a.new.error



In 2002,the formation of my minimal-techno scene's beloved artists, Apparat & Modeselektor, began. Back to Berlin in 2008, they started to record their second album, scheduled to released by one of the greatest labels " BPitch Control", and u can expect nothing less than a solid album. And that is what u get. Turn up the volume, stand back & enjoy.

acid.in.the.ice.cream

12.2.09

floating . .






when one of these night comes,
& thoughts are flooding ur mind,
just step back,

& plung in ur darkness








2.2.09

we.own.the.sky

Each shade of blue. Is kept in our eyes. Keep blowing and lighting. Because we own the sky. Secrets from the winds. Burnt stars crying. Soft soft or cruel. Can't we change our minds? We kill what we build. Because we own the sky. Secrets from the winds. Burnt stars crying.
So many moons here.Lost wings floating. It's coming, it' s coming now. It' s coming , it' s coming now. What's coming ? What's coming ? What's coming now? It's coming from the sky.

23.1.09

theory.of.ghosts.

I’ve a theory of ghosts and I’m a monster to girls - I stick in their heart like a rusty spur. But I’ve a theory of ghosts: they’re alive and we’re all dead; that they’re trying to tell us that it’s this way around. And I’ve a theory of girls: they always seem to leave in the Spring, as if they know that it hurts more to carry a heartbreak through the Summer. In the calendar storm, I circled a day and tried to hold on. And in the last powercut, I whispered her name ‘til the lights came on. Smoked my Indian pipe. Listened to static, the snow on the wire. Smoked my Indian pipe. Listened to static, the snow on the wire. I have one photograph that captures her smile but I don’t have a tape of her laugh.