Becoming Real remixes
I’ve been sent a couple of really nice remixes from London producer Becoming Real lately – each trying to outweird the other:
Dam Mantle – Meet Me In The Ambulance (Becoming Real remix) by GETME!
Blonde Redhead – Here Sometimes (Becoming Real Remix) by Anorak London
Slime – Increases EP
“As I went over to say goodbye, I saw that the expression of bewilderness had come back into Gatsby’s face, as though a faint doubt had occurred to him as to the quality of his present happiness. After almost five years! There must have been moments even that afternoon when Daisy tumbled short of his dreams – not through her own fault, but because of the colossal vitality of his illusion. It had gone beyond her, beyond everything. He had thrown himself into it with a creative passion, adding to it all the time, decking it out with every bright feather that drifted his way. No amount of fire or freshness can challenge what a man can store up in his ghostly heart.”
The below is from Slime‘s super-limited Increases EP.
PRIS
There’s a certain kind of girl out there who I thoroughly admire, and find way sexy, but wouldn’t ever dare make a move on, for the simple, sensible reason that she’d destroy me. She’s too assertive, too strong, too confident, too experienced, and I would be a rabbit in her predatorial headlights, a fly to swot aside. Previous musicians to have filled this supercrush role include Lush and Shirley Manson, and now here are some more: PRIS, a loud and louche quartet of London chicks who produce, in their own words, “hormonal gutter pop post-punk”. I’d point out the grammatical mistakes in that, but I know I’ll get a slap.
(I happen to know that ‘the better you look, the more you see’ is a line from Bret Easton Ellis’ fantastic Glamorama, a self-motif Victor mutters to himself with increasingly less assertion.)
Chapter Sweetheart
Today the truth by Chapter_Sweetheart
From Chapter Sweetheart‘s debut EP, Edition No 1, out on Tongues of Spoken Truth this week. Make sure to check out their messed-up My Girl cover, too.
Arch M
And suddenly absolutely everything is utterly, dismally shit, ruined and polluted, and I DON’T KNOW HOW TO COPE.
Night Angles
Sometimes I walk around and I can’t hear anything else: the only sound I have is that of my own mind thinking, thinking, always thinking. And then I can’t see anyone else, and I’m just walking down a straight, featureless road, the sides blurry, the surface smooth, the odd tree, the end nowhere. And then I can’t even see the road, and there’s nothing at all, just the relentless, unforgiving drum of my brain, rolling those thoughts out like a machine that can’t be switched off, an out-of-control robot. And then I wake up, and, for a few seconds, there’s just blissful emptiness. And then I remember her, and it all starts again.
Night Angles is, according to The Line Of Best Fit, “the space disco project of 28 year-old Londoner Tim Eve”. He has a 12″ out on Force Majeure in May and has previously worked under the monikers T-Tips and Gegenschein.
SEXBEAT exhibition
My friends* at SEXBEAT are putting on an exhibition. Yep, SOIWT is talking about art – things on walls and shit. Here’s the (slightly sarcastic) blurb:
“SEXBEAT has been an inaugural part of London’s DIY music scene for the last four years. It has gained notoriety as a promotions outfit, record label and blog specialising in exhibiting challenging live bands in unusual locations including railway arches and 16th century churches.
The identity of the movement has proved integral to its success. A series of increasingly p…rovocative hand drawn images of ladies with their tops off represents the groups playful and tongue in cheek approach towards their work.
Now finally, a hand picked selection of the finest SEXBEAT girls expose themselves together for the first time in a solo exhibition. 10 hand screened prints and a postcard book will be displayed and available to purchase from the gallery.”
So there you have it. The venue’s Eggs Milk Butter, a former post-office turned comic book and arts cafe in increasingly hip De Beauvoir. My favourite thing about the invite is that they’ve misspelt De Beauvoir. It runs from 2-12 June.
(* This is kinda a one-way friendship, in that I love SEXBEAT and consider them my chums, whereas they don’t, as far as I am aware, know that I exist. It hurts, man.)
Sarah
Today I finally had to let go of the girl I adore, the best girl I’ve ever met. Though I understood better the reasons behind her decision, I still found myself gasping at the loss, stunned at how such a special relationship can ever be abandoned in this way. It feels awful, but I’ve got to move on, get my head down, and quietly pray that some day, whenever, Sarah will knock on my door again. It’ll always be open to her.
