cereal is tasty at four in the morning

and so is fiji water (:

phil fearon and the galaxy: "what do i do"
jensen sportag: "power sergio"
in flagranti: "emotional r (edit)"
viola wills: "gonna get along without you"
imagination: "just an illusion (lindstrom vocal remix)"

thanks.

Factums: "Drip"
Hawaiian Pups: "Baby Judy"
The Wipers: "No Solution"
Old Time Relijun: "Vampire Victom"
Bush Tetras: "Mr. Love Song"

Mix'n it up

Thank God, or whatever..chocolate bars if you like...FOR PODCASTS! I was just randomly searching for different podcast subscriptions the other day just as I have become tired with the ones I've been listening to for the past year, and I managed to stumble upon Adsum Music Show. There are only four episodes to his podcast, and they were all mixed in June, which is certainly unfortunate because it seems as though it will remain in having just the four episodes, but out of those four, there are two finger-snapping, fist-in-the-air-pumping JEWELS, of great Italo Disco mixes. One is an hour long, the other is only 10 minutes in length, but both are more than satisfactory in getting a party started.

Adsum Music Show Podcast: Italo Disco mix (1:06:36)
Adsum Music Show Podcast: Italo Disco mix 2 (10:38)

P.S. who remembers Culture Beat? MR. VAIN!

I gots me a friend!

His name is Jerome. He and I practically share the exact taste in music, and are equally just as thrilled and excited when we hear any eurotrash, italo disco, 80-90's disco pop music.
We are like brothers, except he dresses a lot better than I do, and is a far better dancer than I am (Though we certainly make a good team when drunk off of plum wine and dancing in the living room to music that can be heard down the street, all at 3 in the morning).
Well to get to the point, this fantastico bloke Jerome is currently in Italy for his designer shoe company that he is starting up, and what does he do while he's there? Sends me a super great Italo Disco song by The Flirts. Of course, I should have seen it coming, thats how cool he is!
Good ol' Jerome, he never fails to pick out the best songs for me to listen to!
He should become president of the world, if he did he would make sure that everyone wear silver glitter dress up shoes (I am sure he could tell you more about that though so I am not going to explain).

The Flirts: "Passion"

dance anthems for lonely mondays..going on tuesday

You know what? It's true, I am the kindest man in all of the land. You know why? Well, other than my unexplainable abilities of being able to cure the blind and the strength and stamina to give women multiple orgasms in one sitting by telepathic communication alone, i am also a most sharing and generous person..though if you knew me, which you don't (you fuck), you'd know that i am talking out of my arse-hole, which might i add is nicely tanned and roasted like an almond fit for snacking on.
Silliness Daniel-STYLE-EEE, aside, i am about to post 26 songs which i hope anyone who comes across my page will download, as they are some pretty nifty tracks, inspired by drunk driving on desert roads that lead absolutely nowhere but home.
in short, this playlist is sweet, and you best grab up these tunes in your stylish easter arts n'crafts basket and listen to all of em' back to back, the way nature intended.
i can't get enough of this shit.
please enjoy.
(if you don't my heart will turn into the blackest of col, and i will weep dragon tears, the saddest tears of them all.)

Streets of Rage (the theme to the video game)
Fat Boy Slim: "Renegade Master"
Juvelen: "They Don't Love You (Entre Tes Cuisses Remix)"
Armand Van Helden: "I Want Your Soul (Fake Blood remix)"
Chromeo: "My Girl Is Callin Me Back (Blaze's extended remix)"
Boom Bip: "Snook Aids"
Shannon: "Do You Wanna Get Away"
Alex Gopher: "Brain Leech"
The Dance Inc: "Don't Run To The Suburbs (Erobique remix)"
Kleer: "Keep Your Body Working"
Neon: "Skydiver"
Felix (Arthur Russell & Nicky Siano): "Tigerstripes"
XTC: "Meccanik Dancing"
Shinichi Osawa: "The Golden"
Moulinex: "Break Chops (Xinobi's Pork Chops remix)"
When Saints Go Machine: "You Should Be Someone Else (Moulinex remix)"
Chaka Khan: "I Feel For You"
Arthur Baker: "Breaker's Revenge (Freestylers BBoy Mix)"
The Shoes: "Knock Out (Tuff Wheelz remix)"
Carlos Perez: "Las Manos Quietas"
Rofo: "You Got To Move It On"
Ryan Paris: "Dolce Vita"
Imagination: "Illusion"
Keith: "Mona Lisa's Child (Alan Braxe & Fred Falke remix)"
College: "Teenage Color"
Talking Heads: "Road To Nowhere"

The Morning Afer

It's morning, or well, I guess afternoon. I just woke up. Halloween was pretty sweet, only because i looked so intense. God like intense. I dressed as Adam Ant and it was kind of amazing. But that is neither here or there. I am brain-dead as fuck but there are two amazing songs that sound incredible to me right now.
They are both very different.
First one is "Running Back To You" by Kleer which is a 70's - 80's disco / soul band. The other is "Cause a Rockslide" by Badly Drawn Boy, which is a fucking mind-blowingly great song.

Anyway, have a listen. I just have to say, someone has to remix or sample from "Running Back to You," it has good potential. I can't of course because that involves skills, skills that are absent in my life. oh how i cry so loud in the night.

Kleer: "Running Back to You"
Badly Drawn Boy: "Cause a Rockslide"

Detroit Ain't so Bad (sheeiiit)

Who would have thought the Midwest could offer so much. Though as privileged as I am to be living in Los Angeles, where I am fortunate enough to be able to taste and lurch around a newly growing and diverse music scene, it seems as though LA is not the only place to witness and thoroughly experience the wonders of independent musicians and artists today. I am sure most of you are thinking, "I could have told you that," and yes maybe what I am saying does not come as much surprise, but for me at least, knowing that there is more to see out there is not the same as actually traveling to unknown territories and indulging in what can be found.

What am I rambling on about? Give me a chance! I was visiting my parents in Ohio for a week. Obviously ones first reaction after hearing the word "O-H-I-O" isn't exactly a "FUCK YEAH!" You would be right to think poorly of most of the state, especially Bowling Green where my mom and dad currently reside. To be quite honest it is just a sad, little college farm town with some of the bitterest people I have ever met. A town swollen with pasty white kids who think that it is a fantastic idea to wear sweat pants all year round, and whose idea of ethnic food is either Taco Bell or Chipotle (though both of those fast food joints have a special place in my heart). As you might imagine just after the first couple of days of being back home I needed to find some way of getting the hell out. Even if it meant faking a severe heart attack and getting transported by helicopter to New York for some extreme medical procedure. Of course luckily for me it never came to that, instead I found out that the Sydney / Baltimore band, TheDeathSet, was to be playing in Detroit. Quickly I notified all of my one friend who lives in Ann Arbor, Michigan about the show as soon as I possibly could. It was a plan. I gave him a listen to a couple of tracks by TheDeathSet from my magical MP3 digital music device and he was sold, like Rachael Rays' soul. By this time I suppose you could say that we had ants in our pants and we wanted to do the boogie dance. We couldn't wait for the chance to relieve our aching feet to the throbbing, thrashing, strobe light hitting groove of TheDeathSets' live performance.

After a two hour journey driving into Detroit, Jim and I were painfully sober and thought it would be a grand idea to find a liquor store as soon as we bumped into one, somewhere in the heart of the city. Once we came across one and picked up a bottle or two, I noticed a car just pulling into the parking lot as we were reversing out. It was as if god came down himself and assured me in a deep, warming, voice with heavy reverb that I had made a great decision to travel all the way to Detroit in heavy rain, and on pot-hole infested roads to see this show. The couple of kids who got out of this car, who I later found out to be the two actual members of TheDeathSet, caught my eye immediately as a sign of home. The first one, with long, scruffy black hair, sporting an incredibly fancy NO AGE t-shirt spelled out in large, bold, multi-colored font, almost made me pee my pants. The other guy was burly as fuck dressed in black, with a thick beard that would scare children away. Amazing. They were both walking in fearlessly into this liquor store that was practically promoting prostitution and high school dropouts, that my friend Jim and I were so desperate to escape from. As a side note for future reference to anyone out there who is reading, Detroit has some fascinating architecture and history, but if you are ever thinking that it might be a nice place to go on summer holiday ask the person closest to you to slap you in the face severely until you realize otherwise. Detroit would even scare Bruce Lee, Jackie Chan and Godzilla combined (I was going to say Jean-Claude Van Damn but if you have ever watched the Street Fighter movie you would know how incredibly bad to the bone and instructable he is.). Even if I wore metal armor, head to toe, equipped with high tech lasers from the future and guns strapped to every one of my limbs, I still wouldn't dare hang around Detroits' city streets for over half an hour.

Back to where I left off. Arriving at the venue, it was decided, tonight was going to be a night neither my friend Jim or I would be ever able to forget, no matter how many brain cells we might have mysteriously lost by the following morning. The venue was exactly the way a venue is supposed to be. Hailed as the one and only Scrummage University, teaching the art of teenage angst driven by visions of caffeine enhanced dreams and fluorescent filth, it is of no surprise that TheDeathSet declares Scrummage University as being one of the most invigorating places to perform in the US. Then again, my description of Scrummage University practically coincides itself perfectly with the general feel and preached word of what TheDeathSets' music reveals. Not only that, but any venue that offers a donation inspired admittance fee, as well as cheap deals with drinks is genius and is also practically unheard of these days. Get this, two shots of decent whiskey along with a free pair of sunglasses for only $4. Whether or not the frames of the sunglasses are a bit shit, and the lenses give you a slight headache, Scrummage University is still nominated and awarded the "Venue of Champions" trophy, every year for 10 years, even if such an award doesn't actually exist. The point is that you can not find a venue with much more integrity than Scrummage University. Cheap drinks, free admittance and a pair of free sunglasses is a win-win situation any way that you look at it.

Who is TheDeathSet? I would be sinning if I ignored admitting to you that after their live dance massacre of a set, satisfying every fiber of my being, that the show was even better than I had already been expecting. To put it simply, TheDeathSet is well aware of how to play a great show. Visions of 1984, an 80'0 - 90's spree of musical chaos, nurtured by the hands of lo-fi, thrashing punk, with a gap in between for happy-go-lucky artistic flare. If I haven't already made the point clear, TheDeathSet is a band that is an absolute joy to see. They dived into this new genre of noise-anthem-dance music and have made it their own, making them a hard act to beat. You ought to be punished by being forced to eat Michael McDonald's used underwear as food for a week if you dare to miss them play the next time they stop by your local music venue. In fact I highly recommend you to purchase their albums right here, and see for yourself why I would bother writing such a long post about them. If you don't I will find out who your loved ones are and make a basil pesto with pine nut ravioli out of their genitals.

Go on, have a listen:
TheDeathSet: "Intermission"
TheDeathSet: "Paranoia"
TheDeathSet: "Distressed"

Italy = the pope, mario, italo disco

Today, as it is all cold and miserable outside I thought I'd relieve anyone's hangovers from the night before by putting up a mix of some of my favorite Italo Disco songs. I really don't feel like writing much, I am fucking exhausted from driving in traffic all day and eating my delicious French pancakes, WHICH YOU are not allowed to have! Ok, you are allowed some, but only if you cut off a tuft of your hair and send it along with your panties in an enclosed envelope to the following address:

Bobby Teenager
1234 anywhere land
USA 92374692476827468254.


In return I will send you some flour, eggs and milk (maybe a lemon and sugar, depends on how many poop stains are on the panties).


Alright, i am grossing myself out now. Listen to these tunes, you'll thank me afterwards and most likely shower me in frankincense, myrrh, and gold, as well as rose petals fresh with the scent of Gwen Stefanis new perfume, because we all know how great THAT SHIT IS....hmm.


Koxo: "Step By Step"
Silver Pozzoli: "Around My Dream"
Paul Parker: "Right On Target"
Digital Emotion: "Get Up"
Hazell Dean: "Searchin' (I Gotta Find A Man)"
Aha: "Love Is Reason"
Fox The Fox: "Precious Little Diamond"
Nick Straker Band: "Straight Ahead"
Pineapples: "Come On Closer"
Gazuzu: "Go Go Gorilla

sick and tired of long hair and trendy colorful shirts

Who would have thought. It was Saturday night, a Saturday night that was to be more promising than most. For once in what had seemed to be years of boredom and let downs, I was excited and hopeful. This Saturday night I was expecting to witness the show of the year. A show that was expected to finally break the mold of this confusion in LA electro, post-rave bullshit, and re-establish itself with a name in Electronic music as something completely different and new. It was the Boys Noize and Simian Mobile Disco show, and I had been looking forward to this night for months.


I knew something wasn't right once we had arrived there. It was my roommate Nic, his best friend and my good friend Zandra, and a group of over-the-top Hollywood queens that Nic knew. As we got to the doors to the Echo Plex for this Check Yo' Ponytail event, to our astonishment there was a line longer and as disgusting as 4 dead Bluewhales lying one in front of the other, rotting away with seagulls and crabs picking at their eyes. It was only 11 or so, but Simian Mobile Disco was already playing, and was already halfway through their set. Not only that but the club hadn't even started letting any of the people in yet. Then again if it had been me at the door with the red velvet rope in hand I wouldn't have been letting anyone in either, except obviously for different reasons. The crowds of people hovering lifeless in line were the trashiest and most catastrophic clash of once hardcore scene kids (who decided to go to Urban Outfitters before the show and buy some colorful t-shirts and hats) , and nu-rave kids (except mostly homoerotic-glowstick-rave adults that had never been cool even 10 years ago when they had first launched out from the Electronica abyss). Not to mention the oddest groups of friends and mutants who seemed as though they had just tagged along with one of their friends who were a representative of one of the previously described groups.


By the time we did all manage to get ourselves into the club with just the small fee of TWENTY-TWO MOTHERFUCKING DOLLARS (which to kids as penniless as me, and most likely anybody else who goes to these kinds of events is just absurd), we found the place to be only semi-packed. It was absolutely outrageous. Why would a club keep people waiting outside to see a live set that had already started and was about to finish when there was clearly enough room inside that club to fit the whole U.S. military and they're families comfortably, and then still think it to be a great idea to charge these young people with hardly any money as it is, FULL PRICE to see half of a show that they just waited more than an hour and a half in line to see.


With time pushing forward, and the line gradually getting smaller and smaller, we finally made our way inside. Still it just didn't feel right. Though I was listening to an incredible set by Kid Alex (Boys Noize), the mix of the people and the previous annoyance and outrage fueled by greed and lack of integrity on the clubs behalf, led me to become unhealthily cynical and full of doubt, which in turn made the music sound as soul-less as Kanye West's new album (FUCK YOU KANYE). Believe me peeps, I tried, in fact I danced most of the night and gulped down as many gin and tonics as i could possibly handle, but sadly to no effect. And to top it all off I didn't even bring my camera to record the event! which i had reminded myself beforehand so many times to take.


So the night was a huge disappointment. We should have just gone to the Blow Up LA after-party at 12 in downtown, which was only $5 - $10 and included simian mobile disco and a set that would go on until 5 in the morning, as well as $2 vodka drink specials.


Well There you have it, I guess all there is to be learned from this expierience is to never expect so much out of a club when you live in the Los Angeles area. It would be more worth while to keep to ones self at home with the full glory of free downloadable music at your fingertips, and ones own personal decks to mix with. Maybe in the future the electronic scene in LA will get better, but for right now, i'll go ahead and just leave it be at the merciless hands of LA's wasted, neon youth. GOOD DAY TO YOU.



(p.s. GOOD SONG, I failed to mention in that super long post about these two remixes I be diggin' right now, so download em' if ya like)



Kim: "Wet N' Wild" (Riot In Belgium remix)


Sneaky Sound System: "I Love It" (Riot In Belgium remix)

FUCK SUPERMAN

Finally! One of my favorite times of the month, The Cryptonites released another face-smashing mix. Who needs gravity when you've got this heavy mix to keep your feet plastered to the dance floor or any floor for that matter. Go ahead, download their free set, dress down to only your neon green speedo and go outside and dance in the middle of the street, the more ghetto the better. Blast dat shit muh-man!


Crytonites September Mix


Switch and Diplo are playing tonight at Check Yo Ponytail, and tomorrow is Simian Mobile Disco with Boys Noize A.K.A. Kid Alex. Sounds like I gots me some eventful post making ahead of me, I'll be back on Sunday with news, pictures and tunes.
Have a fantabulistic weekend!

OH SHIT.

(Adam Ant )

Alright then, let me first say hello and how d'ya do.

Me name is Daniel and this is the first of many posts I intend to write, so to share with you all, anyone who can be bothered, what I am listening to, what shows I am going to, and how awesome I am because of it.
Ok so I may not be that particularly awesome, and yes you may find some other persons blog, say Discodelicious for example, and say "wait a minute this girl is way more super duper cooler than that obnoxious dickhead's blog I was just looking at." And yes, you could be right. There is a lot of good music out there that you are all finding out about and promoting but you may find that I also have a couple gems in my bag of stage-rattling, house-shaking musical anthems that will hopefully be listened to and appreciated by those who come across this page.



To start off I would love to begin with a good ol' oldy from an album that I think is much under-appreciated brought to us by the band most of us know and love, Adam and the Ants. From their album Dirk Wheres White Sox, the song 'The Day I met God," to me is one of the first and best post-punk songs of our time, with brilliant time-changes and fast-paced disco beats, with odd but roaring rhythm and vocals that cannot be reckoned with, defiantly THA shit (emphasis on "THA").

Adam and the Ants: "The Day I Met God"