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Rare Frequency   Leave a comment

Grateful for these stateside props. Looks like Rare Frequency doing good work there.

Replikant   Leave a comment

Was mixing my drinks last night, with way more herbal teas than standard. Green tea, peppermint, cammomile. crashed out about 2AM after viewing the enjoyable Royal Tennenbaums with my hand on the volume knob all the way through. I could watch Gene Hackman all day. Awoke sweating after vivid dream just after 4. Dream was in the style of sophisticated and modish American TV program about a military unit engaged in jungle warfare, like a more humid version of Generation Kill. Woke up silently screaming – being pursued by guys in headscarves swarming down a hill. Outside it was a muggy, misty East Anglia.Felix’s thing was fun, although I have some regrets. They are:

Should have taken more pictures because it was hard to take a bad one, especially at the party.
Wish Felix DJed the 7″ singles he asked us all to bring (one each was stipulated, although I brought about 6 and Dave brought 3), or maybe even asked me and Dave to DJ, although he probably doesn’t know quite how talented we are in that regard. He certainly didn’t know I had brought my MP3 player with minijack to RCA phono adaptors just in case.
I regret being totally fucking partied out by about 1.30AM, thereby not getting to actually talk that much to people.
I regret telling Mariola’s daughter that she sounded like her Mum. What I meant was that I’d been trying to discern evidence of her maternal origins all evening and suddenly I caught a glimpse in her manner, in a sudden intensity of expression. Even Bobby, who isn’t synonymous with propriety, was more or less aghast at this gauche error.

Treated Belgium and London as one long holiday and I’m a little tired and bored of myself now. I’m sure burning the candle on and off uses more wax or something. Anyway, you lot babysit the apocalypse for a bit. I’m getting an early night.

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Blunt translation of latest review.   Leave a comment

“PETE UMNO PRESSURE

Pete Um’s songular short stories of almost noise-core shortness actually demand in the rarest cases more time for verification on our part. When he e.g. in “floorclothes”* (as a Genesis P. Orridge as such would understand it) in “The God Of War” calls “Mr. Tony Blair” in a short mantra, no further minutes of filler are needed. Pete Um presents himself here as the master of the uber strangeing* of cantilevered Vaudeville/Air conglomerations and through this he reaches a partial depersonification and an onomatopoeic utopianism, as perhaps only the Residents have ***** him during their best moments. One may also gladly label something like this modern Krautrock. At any rate, Gagarin Records serves as exactly the right place of refuge for this pictoral music existing in a world of wonder to the power of 18. (Gagarin Rec.) Donis”

* a direct translation. I think it might be as meaningless in German.
***** no idea.

Persona non grata? The last review?   Leave a comment

Perhaps the last review of No Pressure, but a goodie.

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A hurried translation from Felix:

Pete Um’s short story songs in concise noise-core format indeed don’t
require any more length in most cases in order to be verified fom us.
For example, when he conjures “Mr Tony Blair” in a “floor dress” – as
Mr P-Orridge would consider (wear) it – it really doesn’t need any
more “filling” minutes to express that.
Pete Um impersonates a master of “incredible alienation” of
cantilevered Vaudeville-air-mixes and sometimes achieves a
de-personalization and onomatopoetic utopia that arguably only the
Residents have touched (sharpened) in their best moments. This can be
easily labeled as modern Krautrock in the best sense. At any rate,
Gagarin Records is the perfect address for this 18-track-wonderworld
of imaginary music. 

Mike Polar in Munich   Leave a comment

This dude Mr Mike Polar, some friend of Thimitris’, contacted me to tell me he was intending to see me play in Munchen, so him and his buddy travel from..uh… Hanover, I think. I was a bit suspicious of such singlemindedness, to be honest, but when I met Mike and his friend they turned out to be extremely pleasant and intelligent individuals. Anyway, here’s some snaps Mike took:

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And here’s a nice picture of me and Mike. He’s holding a copy of Bumskipper 5, which in turn has a photo of our mutual friend Thimitris, aka Dimitri aka Dans Mon Salon with everybody’s pal Mr Richard D James.

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He’s also taken the time to upload some footage to YouTube. I haven’t watched all of it because what I have looks quite considerably worse than the memories I have but ain’t that just the way, especially with the good gigs.

I've run out of ink.   Leave a comment

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Hamburg 11-12-08 gig.   Leave a comment

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