March 5, 2007

The Duke Single Out Now

The DukeIt’s here, yes it’s here. Yes. It is here. The Duke single is now readily avaliable from those transcendentally beautiful persons at Wanderlust Records. It is avaliable in an actual compact disc direct from those sexy bastards (for £2.99, buy now), all good independent record shops and those MP3 things we are hearing so much about so much (from TuneTribe or from IndieStore.com, prices vary, but around the £2.99 mark also). Feast your ears on these marvelous specimens, while our music section will provide lyrical substance. And yes, the physical CD version is limited to a mere 500 copies, but I hear that MP3s tend to spawn more readily that plastics. And yes people have already reviewed it (8/10 and 4/5 respectively, Joy Division meets electroclash, a giant megalomaniac robot crunching upon gasoline crisp appetisers - their words, for once, not mine).

This is a release of Three Tracks. Leading off is The Duke, a swaggering march through desert sands, acompanied by the very concept of The Riff, The Drum Roll, The Palm-muted-And-Catchy-Like-The-Cold Chorus, not to mention the all important addition of The HORSE The Band-esque Synth Solo. Suffice to say, it’s great like the very fact that you are alive. In fact, The Duke already has Drownedinsound.com frothing at the mouth, giving it barely enough time to say that it is a standout track of the recent Engine Room compilation and a “dramatic goth/cajun/metal/theatrical mash-up”. Meanwhile, track two, Algiers, re-writes Camus through the medium of thunderous drums, galloping nordic metal and slick half-time beatdowns.

Let us not forget the last track, my friends, oh my goodness no. The Talk Less, Say More remix of The Duke is a thing of absurd fist-pumping dancability that although tempered by a shot of sleazy 808 hip-hop will no doubt be lighting up dancefloors across the land that are already weary of all things new rave and wish to hear something merely rave. Albeit rave that has a strangely cavernous, sinister quality and an ecclesiastical edge, that is so FUTURE that it has a spaceman hat, a Jestons bubble car and a unlicensed ray-gun, yet so PAST that it owns a ruff, a pyramid and a really amazing hi-hat from the 1980s. I literally cannot listen to it enough, an infection you too will no doubt sucumb to upon hearing it.

Exciting times.

On a completely different note: rest in peace Jean Baudrillard, Philosopher, who died on Tuesday. Respect is always due to the man who can write sentences like “Driving is a spectacular form of amnesia” or invent the concept of the map proceeding the territory while observing “Sadder than the beggar is the man who eats alone in public”.

Filed by admin at March 5th, 2007 under Releases For Player Piano

Other Baudrillard quotes;
‘I know God exists, but I don’t believe in him’

and my favourite

‘I’m a witness to my own absence’

expect that one to be appearing in butterfly song near you soon.

PS Please buy the single

xx

Comment by jellycaster — March 9, 2007 @ 9:46 am

Another related to God in his great fun essay On Nihilism regarding Nietzsche - “(God is not dead, he has become hyperreal)”. Brackets important there.

See also “Nihilism no longer wears the dark, Wagnerian, Spenglerian, fuliginous color of the end of the century.” and “when everything is taken away, nothing is left. This is false. The equation of everything and nothing, the subtraction of the remainder, is totally false.” This guy could seriously *write*. ‘The Animals’ must be one of my favourite essays ever and one of the most convincing arguments for a position I do not hold (vegetarianism).

Anyway, buy the single, more scholarship later.

Comment by admin — March 9, 2007 @ 6:54 pm

Oh yeh, Guardian Obit. for him was great, a fair even loving assessment of his work with a tongue in cheek that he would have loved (his work was often hilarious, in a dry French Intellectual way)that starts “Jean Baudrillard’s death did not take place”, http://www.guardian.co.uk/obituaries/story/0,,2028464,00.html

Also “Baudrillard once wore a gold lamé suit with mirrored lapels while reading his poetry in a Las Vegas bar.”

Much, much better than the shitty things people wrote when poor olde Jacques Derrida shuffled off this mortal coil clutching a copy of Augustine’s Confessions the day before my birthday in 2004. Those were out of line.

Comment by admin — March 9, 2007 @ 7:12 pm

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