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Got an email reminder about some SQL gubbins today and I found this half finished post. I’m just going to post it anyway. Would have been more timely 2 years ago, but, hey. Look at that, this blog is nearly 10 years old.

From about 6 years old I read 2000AD religiously, if you’re of my age (and that’s a distinct possibility) it’s probably had some influence on your own childhood even if it’s only due to the quite awful Sylvester Stallone movie (although this has since been somewhat diminished by the excellent Dredd of late).

My favourite comics though were the one picked up on the corner of Buchanan Street & Argyll Street, a street vendor sold newsstand copies of US comics and other those I had a particular fondness for DC Comics. More specifically I really enjoyed the alternative takes on the heroes such as those from Earth-2 or some other parallel universe where Batman wore the colourful costume of Zur-En-Arh or Superman was made of gold and lived in the Sun or you know, something that was grounded in this reality but slightly warped and alternative.

To go back to 2000AD, the Glaswegian writer Grant Morrison did some work for the comic, perhaps most famously the Superhero saga, Zenith. And again, the most enjoyable chapter of this for me was the war of heroes with many alternative takes from parallel dimensions on long forgotten and not forgotten characters such as an Acid House interpretation of Robot Archie or a grown-up Billy Whizz. All very silly, but I’ve always appreciated a sharp take on alternative histories or the Sci-Fi staple of the Mirror Universe.

Which ultimately brings me to this.

Ibiza

This is the back of the Dayglo Maradona sleeve, most of the following are shown on the back with the exception of Pit-Yackers theme, which thematically looks like The Prodigy – Baby’s Got A Temper.

vesuvio

spion-kop-wirralwork

spion-kop-das-boot

spackhouse-tottu-the-wig

Dub House Disco maybe? Spackhouse Tottu seems a bit of a dig at Guerilla but I might be off base here. Also seems to be a bit of a riff on Back 2 Basics.

spackhouse-tottu-the-daemon

make-fuck

Berserker!

neon-sardinia-sakkabadora-hemina

Sueno Latino surely. Manuel Gottsching’s E2-E4 inspired that and I’m sure his influence with Ash Ra Tempel is significant here.

nurse-with-mound-mixing-concrete

spackhouse-tottu-lovely-hotel

spackhouse-tottu-lp

low-countries-ewerthon

low-countries-anastasia-anaesthesia

Throbbing Gristle/Ash Ra Tempel/Popul Vuh

kit-kat-rappers-her-majestys-pleasure

kit-kat-rappers-2nd-class-to-dottingham

I think these are both Happy Mondays/Black Grape riffs. Pit-Yacker is a bit Kermit/Shaun Ryder inspired.

jbh-purifying-putrifying

Not sure about this one.

dayglo-maradona-rock-section

The only one that physically exists (so far), this is Julian Cope working the balearic rave sound of 1989, remixed by Andrew Weatherall and recalling his remix work of that time really well. Available on White 12″ from Rough Trade. The sleeve recalls Bocca Juniors – Raise pretty well. And although I can’t quite discern it from this particular track, it’s worth noting the influence of Thrashing Doves – Jesus On The Payroll across these tracks.

exercise-club-kick

Perfecto Allstars – Pigbag a bit? Certainly the superstar DJ cult of Oakenfold must have some influence over the characterisations.

forest-of-dean-tripping

EMF surely?

jbh-best-of-slag-van-blowdriver

jbh-nihilism-vs-denialism

Could be any one of a number of famous Dutch DJs, (Armand Van Helden isn’t Dutch is he?)

Ibiza

atlantis-question-mark

Glasgow’s Slam ran a club night in the Sub Club called Atlantis for many years. I spent many nights there in various states. Sheer Taft released a track called Atlantis on Creation records. I don’t think either of these is depicted here though. More likely something like E2-E4

brits-abroad-last-tango-in-paris

This is such a great track, sprinkles of Finitribe – Monster In The House/Animal Farm (Foghorn Leghorn & Sweep samples) and again a bit of the Mondays. Also Fluke’s remix of World of Twist – She’s A Rainbow seems quite relevant here.

brits-abroad-live-at-dehydrated

Guessing Adamski, Liveanddirect. Also remininscent of Underworld – Big Mouth & the Sandals – We Wanna Live. Particularly the DSS remix involving Sabres & David Holmes.

dayglo-maradona-american-werwolf

Not sure about this one, Bocca Juniors follow up to Raise (referenced above) was Substance, touching on Aleister Crowley in it’s lyrics but I’m not really seeing the connection with Werwolf(sic).

Last Tango In Paris lyrics

Sugary drinks across the ages,
Tales of pick-me-ups by sages,
Caffeinated to the max,
Delivering drinks down ancient tracks,
‘The King of Vienna needs some sugar,
You’re heading east, you lucky bugger.’

Red Bull comes in cans, I know,
I’ve followed its career,
Since I chanced upon its Austrian debut,
It was 1987 and our youth team played East Tyrol,
Where the fighting hordes are few.
So we loaded up with Kola Max,
We loaded up with sickly snacks,
Got overloaded on the aeroplane,
Then descended as one sugary mass,
We crossed the tarmac,
Reached the grass,
Then retched collectively, ooh!

(Pause) Let’s start again.

Sugary drinks across the ages,
Tales of pick-me-ups by sages,
Caffeinated to the max,
Delivering drinks down ancient tracks,
‘The King of France, he needs some sugar,
You’re heading south, you lucky bugger.’

Red Star, Paris: green-and-white,
A year or so ago,
Your soft drinks were all gone long before Half Time,
So I had to mug a tourist fairly near the Eiffel Tower,
Half a Tango is no crime!
Your Honour, it was lack of fizz,
Your Honour, Coke won’t do the biz,
And your baggage handlers cracked the fizz I’d packed,
If you run a Euro football club,
We Anglos don’t all need the pub,
White sugar: it’s a fact.

(School choir)

Mick collects the kind of drinks that keep you up all night,
All you kiddies, too much pop will make you sick,
Unto every son and daughter,
Give them juice and give them water,
Then there’s all the more for Mick.

Was it the first Vimto in Cannock?
No, it was the last Tango in Paris,
Was it the final Britvic in Bury?
No, it was the last Tango in Paris.
It was not the penultimate Coke in Berlin
Quaffed down with a bongload of charis;
Indeed, it would go down in history
As the last Tango in Paris.
Was it the final R. White’s in Westminster?
No, it was the last Tango in Paris.
It was not the penultimate Tizer in Hull,
It was the last Tango in Paris.
Was it the ultimate Fanta in Nazi Germany?
The last Dr. Pepper on Broadway?
The last Kia-Ora to escape from Andorra?
Just take this Ribena and go away.

Was it the last Dandelion and Burdock in the Quantocks?
No, I won’t speak of it longer,
The only contender was My Mum’s Cola,
And that’s only because it’s stronger.
Was it the second-to-last Irn Bru in the Shetlands?
Or the final Corona on Skye?
Well, me I can’t answer,
All clammy and sweaty,
Just gimme one quick or I’ll die.

Once I bought what I thought was a nice vinyl jacket thing (for a human) from Esprit a few years ago, it’s like a suit jacket made out of vinyl. Anyway, I employed a new guy in my department who turned out to be a rather flamboyant gay man, and at one point he mentioned that he thought my jacket was a bit over the top. I figured that when the most fabulous gay man I’ve ever met considered my clothing was too much for him then I might want to reign my sartorial flare in somewhat.

Anyway, anyone reading might be interested in this at Boomkat, it’s a limited collected cassette of the HATE 12″ singles from about 4 years ago. HATE are G.H., Andy Stott and Miles Whittaker and the music is really good, it’s a great revision of Junglish sounds from 2008 via 1998.

I step away from this and weeks turn into months, there are a couple of drafts here but are mostly only collections of unrelated words which may have been meaningful to me 9 months ago but emerge blinking into my editor confused. Any ideas I had for posts have turned to dust and symbols, A draft title of Mashed Potatoes stares up at me, and I can only guess at what it’s referring to although it could have been used for this post. I could apologise for not posting, but as I’m probably writing mostly for myself it would merely be cathartic so I won’t. I only suggest to myself that I should at least try to post more than once a year.

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This has been on my todo list for a while, but I always had some problems finding the right version of the disc. My discogs adventures would inevitably turn up the wrong version, which was an easy mistake to make as I didn’t know how to tell one version from the other until a wonderful soul noticed a difference on the runout groove. On the bright side I’ve got a few generic Perfecto sleeves if I wanted to paper the wall or something.

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Something shorter today. I do hope you’ll excuse the odd indulgence as I’m trying to keep up momentum but don’t always have suitable content at the point of posting.

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Spotify is kind of neat, isn’t it? It takes mere seconds to find Pinball Cha Cha, Nlogax, the Cinematic Orchestra’s fabulous Late Night Tales session or Blanck Mass without having to journey down to the archive. Which is admittedly about 5 steps over there and 15 steps downstairs but it’s the principle that counts. From an artist point of view it doesn’t seem to be all that fair, each play probably nets you about 0.000003 pence per play which is about as much exposure as you get from some guy on the Internet posting the tracks you hoped were in the permanent bin.

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It’s probably been nearly two years since I’ve posted anything so I guess it’s about time I changed that. What I wanted to achieve with this blog was to share music that hadn’t been heard in some time or only by a limited audience, so I did that for a while but couldn’t find the momentum to go on and kind of gave up.

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Such a well observed take on that time.

The drum sample that has long been unidentified from The Orb – Little Fluffy Clouds is from the first few seconds of Russ Abbott – Atmosphere.

Now I’ve got that out of my system, here’s something I was intending to post around now. Coldcut’s Christmas Break : Break, loping between Can’t Truss It and the 900 Number (among others), a weird artifact which predates Ninjatunes.”””