Good to see them keeping the thugs off the streets.

I have never seen such a sorry looking penguin in all my days. All she wanted to do was raise some money for dying kids.

really rather remarkable

Flying into Palm Beach on a standard NY - FLA internal flight, Stefanie Gordon took this photo of space shuttle Endeavour as it left Earth's atmos for the last time. Click on image for larger version.

Hammer Time from Ian

Last time I raved about Ian Cann ( @ianfcann ) it was because of the way he was recreating pizza in Brasil . This time he comes correct from Brasil with a tough top mix....


http://www.filefactory.com/file/cb496e3/n/DISC_No.mp3

01 Supermayer - Two Of Us (Geiger Mix)
02 Lime_And_Pink_Original_Mix
03 rebolledo - venganza y seduccion feat daniel maloso
04 Landed - Freaks Vocal
05 silver city - pendulo (pete herbert edit)
06 Daniel Maloso - Ritmo Especial
07 Siriusmo - Simple
08 Jimmy Edgar - Hot, Raw, Sex
09 mr flagio - take a chance
10 Dusty Kid - Mantrakoma_Original_Mix
11 Maceo Plex - Your Style (Maceo Plex Re-Visit)
12 Jay.M - Kranold (Berghain-Disco Edit)
13 ian_simmonds--the_esel_(dave_aju_remix)-siberia
14 maya_jane_coles-what_they_say_(dyed_soundorom_remix)
15 matias aguayo - Walter Neff
16 the knife - like a pen
17 heiko_voss - i_think_about_you_(geiger_mix)
18 Riton - Hammer of Thor
19 kap10-kurt - dangerseekers
20 Endgames - First, last for everything (12'' Full extended remix)

Winter Hymnal mit Slukes

Years ago, myself, Slukes, Slug and BomBomBilly (http://twitter.com/#!/Furlongemusic) made a few shorts incorporating themes of loss and betrayal. Here is a snippet - the mask worn by myself had been brought back from Venice by Slug.

Herbie's Spring Time

No visit to the English country side is complete without a trip to that bastion of agricultural eccentricity, the Rare Breeds farm. Apart from breeding pigs all year round that you can poke and stroke they also bring long lost lines of bull and ram onto the scene, and sometimes a the odd pygmy kid....

Jesu joy of ads desiring

Boosted

I have often wondered what happens to spent rocket boosters that detach from the shuttle as they power their craft into orbit. I had a feeling that they must fall into the sea but that was about as far as I took things.

They're coming....

Czech out this fairly astonishing level of robo-realism...




The Geminoid-DK is robot replica of Henrik Sharfe of Aalborg University in Denmark.

\/\/\/\ Last Dance /\/\/\

In September of 2010 some of us found ourselves in the middle of the main room at Amnesia on a Tuesday morning. Helming the music was Canadian born Berlin resident, Richie Hawtin. Needless to say it was relentlessly hardcore in a way that is sporadically heard at such a mainstream occasion. It felt like we were being fed through a huge machine made of pneumatic jack-hammers and pumping audio pistons. Track after track often two or three being played simultaneously hurled out of the impeccable speakers whilst the ice cannons ravaged the hot crowd with blizzard jets, leaving frosted shells of former selves. Rarely were actual sequences of notes heard; the soniscape was synthetic, punishing, industrial and bleakly cold. The music was so devoid of any warmth you could have easily been forgiven for missing the connection between 4/4 dance music and soul/disco. Richie himself seemed to have even stopped his trademark hair flicks and hair dresser style grooving behind his laptops – he didn’t even look up at the crowd once – it was techno arrogance. He was the sheer puritan – throwing taxing rhythms and textures at the baying crowd of Spanish, Italian and UK technocrats. The mixes built up and up but then dropped back into nothing again and again – we looked at each other, not fully understanding what was going on; how can you have a build up in a club that drops back into nothing time and time again? This type of Spartan sound is strictly for the heads, however it was so involving as it felt as if it was made of pure sonic energy, it is so functional at that level; no gimmicks, vocals, or euphoric sounds – just an elemental assault. It was an incredible night.

As we left as the sun was rising and we wearily glided out into the morning cool of the car park, I remember feeling a little broken. We had been exposed to an unequivocal Hawtin shake-down. At the time I remember wanting to sit him down and give him a good old talking to – you shouldn’t be allowed to do that, not for six hours straight - it’s simply not fair to go that hard, for that long, at such a nice crowd. I have had some aggressive nights, mid 90s One Nation events at the Stratford Rex through to extended sessions in Berghain but this one had me up against the ropes. I couldn’t work out who was at fault for this, me or him. As I was mulling this over I stooped to pick up a lighter on the floor – it’s design seemed fitting…

I'll find you and I'll kill you.

Apologies for not being able to embed this rather wonderful animation.