Tuesday, 22 June 2010

Summer Beats

Hurrah, the summer is here.

I thought I'd compile a bit of a list of summery D&B for those long evenings chilling in the garden, driving round town with all your windows down or just generally causing noise nuisance.

  • For me, the summer of 2009 was completely dominated by Hospital Records' Sick Music, and for the summer of 2010, Hospital have given us Netsky's self-titled debut LP. Stand out tracks for me have to be Iron Heart and Secret Agent, both of which are definitely big club anthems, but sound equally at home on your stereo.
  • Talking of Sick Music, 2010 has also seen the release of Sick Music 2, and whilst the general consensus seems to be that it's not quite as head-kickingly awesome as Volume 1, it is definitely worth a purchase. Sonic's All I Wanna Do and Turn Up (The Music) by Camo & Krooked have already been big tunes for me this spring, and there are plenty more great tracks on the album. Go get 'em!
  • Further chilled summer vibes can be found with Robot Redford. Check out Bonfire Youth:



    More tracks and information on his MySpace page

  • Another producer who seems to have really hit his stride recently is Lenzman.



    Also check out Lenzman's mix for Reprise Agency here

  • Back on a Camo & Krooked tip, here's another hands in the air electro D&B anthem from Beta Recordings. Lovely stuff.



  • Last up, I'll leave you with Airwalker's absolutely massive Big Sky. Shame the Summer Solstice was yesterday. This one would be perfect for raving round Stone Henge.

All that and it's still only June. Crikey.

Tuesday, 15 June 2010

SCRIPTS FOR THE SECOND SERIES OF LUTHER LEAKED!

Aight, don't ask me where I got these. I could get in quite a bit of trouble for posting this stuff. Also be aware that the there might be some spoilers.

Here's the first two pages of episode 4:



And here's the final page:



I dunno about you, but I can't wait for the new series!

Chris.SU - Mute Promo Mix

Heavy mix for June from Chris.SU, straight outta Hungary.

Consume!

Spiffing.

01. Chris.SU - Paralell
02. Spectrasoul - Bygones
03. Lenzman ft. Jo-S - Stellar
04. Nymfo - Matchstick
05. Spinline - Run
06. Rockwell - Full Circle
07. Total Science - Concrete Proof
08. Taxman - Dreamland
09. Lenzman ft. Riya - Bittersweet
10. Total Science - Above The Clouds
11. SKC - Heartbreak
12. Spectrasoul - Absentis
>>> Photek - Bleeps Tune
13. Chris.SU - Datahub
14. Break - Get Up
15. Logistics - Krusty Bass Rinser
16. Total Science & S.P.Y. - Locked In
17. D-Bridge & Jubei - Patience
18. Klute - Strange Dinner
19. Chris.SU - Solaris Theme
20. Bad Company UK - True Romance
21. Commix - Be True
22. Netsky - Eyes Closed
23. Camo & Kooked - Reincarnation
24. State Of Mind vs Chris.SU - True Deeper Kinetic

Friday, 4 June 2010

Ten Of The Best: Breakfast Wines

With all this talk of minimum pricing for alcohol and the Government threatening to raise the tax on white cider, I thought it might be a nice time to discuss that little considered category of booze; the breakfast wine.

Now obviously, any wine can be a breakfast wine, but here are ten of my favourites that I find particularly good at fighting off the shakes, nausea, hallucinations and other unfortunate side-effects generally felt after a month long bender.

1. Oxford Landing Cabernet Shiraz - £6.64 Per Bottle.


A spicy and poorly structured Cabernet, which rapidly differentiates into plum and liquorice on the palate. I find Shiraz wines particularly effective as an eye-opener because their high acidity and confrontational levels of tannins help to clear the fur from the tongue after a night on the organic scrumpy.



2. First Cape South African Rose - £3.20 Per Bottle.


Rose wines have seen a surge in popularity in recent years, particularly among underage drinkers. This is mainly due to their similarities in both appearance and taste to undiluted Robinson's High Juice. I find this cheeky little number the perfect "morning after" remedy to a weekend of manly lager drinking. Crispy and fresh, with just a hint of strawberry and blouses.



3. Wolf Blass Platinum Label Barossa Shiraz - £55 Per Bottle.


A fruity and magnanimous aroma which quickly gives way to a rich, velvety texture. Heavy on the nose, with a hint of uncontrolled riboflavin. £55 might seem like a lot to pay for a bottle of wine, but remember that you can fill the empty bottle up with any £2.99 corner shop red and return it to wherever you bought it, claiming that it's corked. It is highly unlikely anyone will argue with you, especially if you wear a bow tie.



4. Jacobs Creek Pinot Grigio - £6.64 Per Bottle.


Distinctive and zesty as only a Pinot Grigio can be, I find this one mixes particularly well with a half pint of gin and a few cans of that foul green energy drink that you can only buy in Poundland, for a perfect, "Get Me To The Job Centre On Time" pick me up.



5. Louis Roederer Cristal 2002 - £145 Per Bottle.


Champagne is lovely, so why save it for a special occasion? Live your life like an awful millionaire rap star and start your day with a couple of bottles of Cristal. Crisp and complex, with a disappointing finish that will leave you regretting spending nearly a grand on six bottles of fizzy water.



6. Chateauneuf-du-Pape Gonnet Freres 2006 - £18.99 Per Bottle.


A baffling and intensely fruity red, with crude, spicy notes on the palate. I include it in this list because the stuff has a very long lifespan and remains drinkable even as late as 48 hours after being poured. I've lost count of the number of times I've stumbled across a half finished glass whilst trying to clean up the morning after a debauched cheese and wine evening.



7. Warre's Warrior Port 75cl - £7.59 Per Bottle.


Whilst fortified wines have long been the preserve of alcoholic uncles and aunts, this soupy chap lashes out against such a fait accompli and prices itself into our breakfast range, offering a solid 20% ABV for a limited financial investment. Best served with a full English breakfast, including black pudding and Jaffa Cakes. It's certain to leave your heart pounding, and your left arm throbbing in pain.



8. Country Manor Medium Sweet (3L) - £11.99 Per Box.


Whilst not as sophisticated as some of the other wines on this list, Country Manor Medium Sweet has one major advantage over its more refined competitors and that is its vast bulk. Although not very strong at only 7.5%, the sheer volume of liquid available in a box of this stuff will easily keep you ticking over until lunch. Hostile, fruity notes combine with just a slight hint of Amyl Nitrite on the nose.



9. MD 20/20 - Roughly £4.99 Per Bottle.


MD 20/20 (also known as Mad Dog 20/20) isn't so much a breakfast wine as a cry for help, but due to the destructive effects it has on one's bowels, it'll certainly get you out of bed. Originally developed in the 1960s by the US Air Force as a high yield defoliant for deployment over the jungles of North Vietnam and Laos, MD 20/20 is actually quite hard to track down in the UK. I get mine imported direct from the US, but if you look hard enough in any dodgy London off-license, you're bound to find a few dusty bottles of the stuff. Even well after it's sell by date, it remains eminently drinkable. Definitely one for the cellar.



10. Carlsberg Special Brew - Approx. £5.99 for four cans.


And so finally we come to Carlsberg Special Brew. Self-proclaimed wine purists might argue that this stuff isn't a wine at all, but a super-strength lager. However, clocking in at a disconcerting 9% ABV. per can, I'd argue that it's basically a breakfast wine. Mixes the heady aroma of a Wigan Pier donk night, with the subtle tones of barley, similar to waking up on a brisk spring morning face down in the effluent channel of a Ukrainian coke plant, two miles outside the Chernobyl Exclusion Zone. If you're drinking this for breakfast, then you've probably given up on life. Two thumbs up.


If none of the above match your requirements for breakfast nourishment, then I can only recommend mixing and matching two or more of them together in a blender and stirring it into the breakfast cereal of your choice. By the time this stuff smashes its way into your hepatocytes, you won't even be able to say hangover.

All the best!

Sunday, 30 May 2010

After Action Report: Bonobo Live at the Roundhouse 29/05/10


Since seeing Simon "Bonobo" Green DJing at The Scala last October, I've been looking for an opportunity to see the guy performing his own stuff live. November's Cinematic Orchestra Roundhouse gig was truly magical, so we arrived in a drizzly Camden with really high expectations for the evening.

A brief snippet of Kota announced that the gig was underway, and from that moment onwards, Bonobo proved to be more than deserving of our anticipation. Simon Green himself wielded the bass guitar, whilst supervising the rest of the band and dishing out the shout outs to various band members when due. Mixing up the well known classics with newer tracks from the Black Sands album, Bonobo got the balance completely right. From the hauntingly beautiful Noctuary, to the more upbeat Kiara, the tracklist was perfectly composed. Andreya Triana provided the necessary vocals during the evening, but for me the stand out of the night was definitely Days To Come, with Kathrin de Boer taking over the vocals and perfectly capturing the smokey attitude of Bajka's original version.


A properly enchanting evening, thoroughly worth the mind boggling ticket price. At one point the two guys in front of me seemed so overcome with emotion that they exchanged their (identical) trilbies. Now that's Animal Magic.

Thursday, 27 May 2010

Questioning Reality In The Condiment Aisle

Browsing the aisles of Costco the other day, picking up giant slabs of toilet paper and over sized trays of pastries that no one would eat, I turned the corner to the area where all the free sample people were battling like relief workers in a disaster zone to get their products to the hungry and the desperate, and was stopped dead in my tracks.



A ghost from my past had returned. Someone I had long thought dead, someone I wasn't even sure had ever existed in the first place. Staring out from what appeared to be a display of barbecue sauces was a photo of the grinning face of a man who seemed to be in a state of divine ecstasy brought on by a plate of indeterminate meats and vegetables. Inscribed beneath this grinning maniac was the legend, "Yes, There Really Is A Mr Yoshida!".

These words hit me like a punch in the stomach. I felt sick, then dizzy, and grabbed out for the trolley to try and maintain my balance. I couldn't believe what I was seeing, but it was true.

It had always been true.


To explain this sudden and unexpected shock, one must return to a different time, a time of youth and of innocence, when Costco was new and exciting, when its promise of 144 Mars Bars for a tenner seemed like the greatest thing in the world. When I was a kid, my parents would drag me round Costco on a Saturday afternoon, and we'd return home with vast trays of cat food, kitchen towel and orange juice.

This was when I first encountered Mr Yoshida.

I didn't go looking for him, and I doubt that he was looking for me. Our meeting was quite by accident. Just another shopping trip to Costco. This time however, things would be different. We trudged round the shop, with the crowds of other Saturday shoppers, buying the usual rubbish, and then I saw it.

At the end of one of the aisles, rising far above me, were hundreds of cardboard palettes containing bottles of a foul looking brown gloop. On the side of each of these cardboard display units was a smiling man proudly stating that, "Yes, There Really Is A Mr Yoshida!".


I had no idea what to think. Immediately my ten year old brain was awash with questions. What the hell was I seeing here? Who had asked this man if there really was a Mr Yoshida? It certainly wasn't me. Why was this box telling me this? Was the happy man on the box so fed up of having to state that there really was a Mr Yoshida that he had launched some sort of weird brown beverage just to stop people asking him the same question over and over again? What lunacy was going on here?

These questions and many more haunted me on the journey home, and continued to fill my every waking hour for the next few weeks. Perhaps the man on the box was Mr Yoshida, but perhaps not. It seemed foolish to imagine that, with a world population of six billion, there wouldn't be a single Mr Yoshida on the planet. I didn't need a box to tell me that there really was a Mr Yoshida, I could have worked that out for myself. But without this bizarre message, I would never have even concieved of such a thing as Mr Yoshida. If there really was a Mr Yoshida, what else was out there, waiting to be discovered? The world had suddenly become a whole lot bigger.

Gradually, I was able to push these thoughts from my mind. Every trip back to Costco, I'd inevitabley see that beaming face and read the words, "Yes, There Really Is A Mr Yoshida!" and the whole episode would kick off again. As time went by however, these questions just became part of the general background noise. As I got older, I stopped going to Costco with my parents, and I forgot about Mr Yoshida. Even when I did go back to Costco, I didn't see the mysterious bottles of brown sauce, or the towering stack of grinning faces. I began to doubt that there had ever even been a Mr Yoshida. Perhaps I'd imagined the entire thing? This certainly seemed more plausible than a packaging manufacturer printing out hundreds of thousands of cardboard trays with the phrase, "Yes, There Really Is A Mr Yoshida!" printed on the side. I had moved on.

This is why the return of Mr Yoshida into my life was so shocking. I had convinced myself that the whole thing had been some sort of weird delusion, and yet there it was, right in front of me.

"Yes, There Really Is A Mr Yoshida!"

Finally these words made sense.



I still don't know what those plastic bottles contain. I think it might be some sort of condiment or marinade or something. I really don't care. I definitely won't ever buy the stuff. I will, however, always remember an advertising slogan so powerful that it caused me not only to question my place in the universe, but also to doubt my own sanity.

Wednesday, 19 May 2010

Scribbler Podcast: Artificial Intelligence & MC Lowqui - Live

I'm normally at my most vocal when whining about MCs ruining D&B. Their constant gibbering gets all over the music, and it really does frustrate me when a track you love drops, only for an MC to shout, "OH CRIKEY, THIS ONE'S NASTY BRUV!"

Just fuck off already!

Having said that, the latest Scribbler Podcast has a brilliant Artificial Intelligence mix, featuring MC Lowqui doing a great job on vocal duty.

Enjoy!
http://djscribbler.com/media/Scribbler-LIVE-ARTIFICIAL-INTELLIGENCE-LOWQUI-23042010.mp3

For more info and more Scribbler Podcasts: http://djscribbler.com/