“WE’RE supposed to be a republic, that’s what we were founded on, not a democracy, dumbass. Now, thanks to morons like you, we will be neither ..”
I managed to provoke this comment from one of our online colonial cousins the other day (needless to say, I’ve tidied up the punctuation and grammar), when I opined that the democratic process means that sometimes the other guy wins.
Our angry and inarticulate friend was, of course, referring to the inauguration of the 44th president of the United States or, as he viewed it, the coronation of Pope Obama I.
I usually subscribe to the view that no-one with the ability to really effect change would ever be allowed within a mile of the Oval Office but this guy somehow seems to have slipped through the security cordon. Like pretty much everyone else in Europe, I’ve fallen for the Obama hype hook, line and sinker.
He’s got a big job ahead of him, not least convincing the rest of the world that the bad old days of idiocy, corruption and stealth-fascism we endured under George W Bush have finally gone. But simply electing Obama in the first place has given the US more good PR than it’s had in decades.
So this one is for you guys. Thanks very much for getting rid of that fucking monkey (or at least having a constitution which allows you to get rid of that fucking monkey after two terms). Maybe we can get onto the important stuff now – signed, the rest of the world.
[I wanted to use Dr Nina Simone’s superlative version of this song but, inexplicably, it’s unavailable on YouTube, so here’s a version by another bad gal diva, Rachel Hylton from last year’s X-Factor. I think it gets my point across.]
And if not, here’s Maya Angelou.
What else is making the world a better place as we hunker down for what looks like being, despite the joyous events across the Atlantic, a very long and bleak winter?
Well, there’s been some great music lurking in various sites on the expletive undeleted blog roll over the last couple of weeks. For example, Fat Roland contributes his own celebration at the inauguration of Prez Obama with a splendid remix – and pretty cool video – of Daft Punk’s Aerodynamic by Adam Freeland.
Acid Ted (“Everything from Andy to Weatherall”) continues his quest to upload every electronica record ever – or at least lots of the heavier, harder stuff from the early Nineties – with a particularly good line in obscuro Weatherall remixes. He posted a load of Drum Club stuff recently, including their take on the Fall’s Middle Class Revolt. Or is it? The jury is out but head here for some top Drum Clubbery either way.
More acid house tomfoolery comes from the aptly-named The Acid House who turned up some interesting information on the evergreen rave classic Robin Wants Revenge (such as, it’s not actually called Robin Wants Revenge) and did a very marvellous thing by posting one of those tunes you loved back in the day, but never actually knew what the heck it was called or who it was by – in this case, an old Italo tune by the name of I’m Going To Go by Jago, remixed by one “Frankye Knuckles”. Beautiful and fantastic.
More groovy music of various hues comes from the ever reliable Just Press Play. My most favourite bit of download love recently was a rather excellent remix of a new tune by Franz Ferdinand. I know. What is happening here?
It’s been done by Beyond the Wizard’s Sleeve aka Errol Alkan and Richard Norris. It’s great and, like vodka ed sez, it does sound a little bit like Don’t Go by the Awesome Three. Rave alert!
Talking of all that uploading, downloading stuff, over the next couple of days I’m going through the whole blog fixing broken links, uploading replacement files and adding a few that never went up in the first place. No clues as to what or where, because a) that would be too easy, and iii) I don’t want to encourage fly-by-night mp3 tourists who just download and fuck off without contributing to our little commonwealth. So browse, click and enjoy, and remember that your comments are always appreciated. And please feel free to suggest anything you particularly want to hear.
This month, televisually, I am mostly drooling in anticipation of Red Riding.
My days as a door-to-door potato salesman started at a chaotic depot in Morley, a small market town on the outskirts of Leeds. There’s not much else to tell you about the place.
The legendary techno club, the Orbit, opened its second venue here to handle the overflow from their first venue down the road in Osset, and ended up staying for a decade. People tend not to – stay in Morley, that is. The retail-led regeneration of Leeds has largely bypassed Morley, though its sturdy, confident, no-nonsense Victorian architecture still stands as proudly as ever.
But Morley is the hometown of ‘twisted Yorkshire noir supremo’ (what inane shit people will come up with just to get on a dust-jacket) David Peace, and for that reason alone, we should celebrate it, even if he’s lived in Tokyo with his wife and kids for some years now.
Channel Four have bravely commissioned a three-part adaptation of Peace’s Red Riding Quartet (the third book in the series, 1977, was judged to be a stand-alone piece for some reason. Hopefully they’ll get around to that in due course) to be broadcast in feature-length two-hour chunks sometime in March.
Covering the years 1974, 1977, 1980 and 1983, the four books of the quartet (and its equally powerful sequel /companion volume GB84) deal with corrupt coppers, well, corrupt everyone – cops, journalists, politicians, businessmen – as they rule their dark, cold, damp West Yorkshire fiefdom with an autocratic, almost medieval savagery.
Taking in everything from IRA bombings and Peter Sutcliffe to the strike and Madam Medusa herself, Thatcher, as well as her various familiars, the books are dense, dark and claustrophobic and while they can’t exactly boast what you’d call a linear narrative, they are superbly written and horribly, terribly compulsive.
Proper Yorkshire noir.
A stellar cast includes Paddy Considine, Sean Bean, Maxine Peake, Mark Addy, Warren Clarke, Andrew Garfield, Peter Mullan and Lesley Sharp. Miss Red Riding at your peril. You’ve been warned. Alright?
And finally, just to lighten the mood once more after all that spine-tingling, stomach-churning depravity, here’s your chance to chant down Babylon inna rub-a-dub stylee with the aid of some killer rhythms and a cartoon Mikey Dread. Cheers Ringo!
“Bless up all massive and crew .. Dread at the Controls!”
Isn’t this where we came in?