Storm Stereo #22: New Moon Mood

Screen Shot 2017-05-08 at 4.36.28 PMWhat’s up meine Lieben?

Life has been quiet and repetitive in Prague. Between working a corporate 9-6 job, trying to stay on top of my freelance duties (and falling behind admittedly), house-hunting and still trying to adjust to everything, I’m feeling a bit out of sorts, and spread thin. Unlike Athens, finding/making time for quality time alone to re-calibrate seems like a luxury – as do fresh produce, dark curtains, and the ability to be around loved ones, or in the very least people who get you. But, walking is my favourite way to process things, and thankfully this city is very walkable; with rivers, bridges, parks and cobbled streets ideal for pensive walks immersed in thought and moonlight.

Relocating is always a challenge. You’re thrown into a new, transient environment, often radically different to the one you used to inhabit, with people from all over, each one seemingly stranger or more random than the next (an uptight Australian told me, “I guess the term ‘eurotrash’ had to come from somewhere”), confirming yet again how odd you feel among “common people” and what a freak you must appear to some (most?) despite your efforts to hide behind “your favourite pair of black shades” and be left the fuck alone. Answering questions you’ve heard a thousand times, astounded at the things some people believe and say, having to defend your opinions or be questioned about your choices. It’s a strange world out there, sure with lots to discover, but I’m tired, and happy to hide out in my attic room and listen to music, for now.

For this mix, again we keep it rather quiet, with some cinematic-sounding Italian composers and soundtracks from the ’70s (got some cash to spare? Alessandro Alessandroni’s Prisma Sonoro is only about $800 online), some meditative ambient and emotive modern classical (a new fave discovery is violinist Ameen Modkad from Mosul in Iraq, whose moving music is as potent as his message of peace), and some minimal and spacey techno (the whole Ebi Zen record is fantastic, as is the cover artwork!). Also, a couple rougher Spanish and UK industrial/EBM acts (check out Diseño Corbusier’s record out on Dark Entries, Tuning Circuits fanclub reissue is sold out on vinyl, Shining Path LP is grrreat, and Cosey Fanni Ttutti’s memoir is number #1 on my book wantlist) and some experimental sound exploration. What a discovery the Cristal Baschet was – I was watching a Delia Derbyshire video and she mentioned Structures Sonores Lary-Bacschet and, well… good ol’ YouTube took me down the rabbit hole from there. Unique instruments creating unique sounds; spellbinding and otherworldly. Also newer stuff by Chino Amobi, Mr Mitch, Fatima Yamaha and Triad God, some faves by Chicks on Speed (a rare occasion where the cover is a million times better than the original) and Black Marble (don’t know why it took me so long to play them, they’ve been a fave, and somewhat underrated IMHO, for years) and much more.

Coming soon will be that Japanese special I can’t get round to working on, some more ’60s oldies (one of my first music loves), and maybe even a rebetiko special. Also, I’m becoming obsessed with the marimba and other percussion instruments, so maybe more on that too. In punk related news, there’s an interview I did with Berlin’s Life Fucker  in the new MRR and, whenever I get round to it, I’m gonna transcribe a very interesting chat I had with Berlin’s P.U.F.F. when they came through Prague last month, and a review of their recent LP, Living in the Party Zone.

Until next time, stay posi, stay strong, sending love to all my worldies and mates!

with love from the Omniverse

—Obsessionist

 

Storm Stereo #22 Tracklist

1 Walking in the Dark by STEFANO TOROSSI
2 Breve Dialeticca by ALESSANDRO ALESSANDRONI
3 Main Theme, Fantasma d’Amore OST by RIZ ORTOLANI
4 Mister Blues by STRUCTURES SONORES LASRY-BASCHET
5 The Lonely Ones by BASIL KIRCHIN
6 Invisible World by DIE FORM
7 October by TIM HECKER
8 (Wake) Original Work by CRISTAL BASCHET
9 Chronos by JEAN HOYOUX
10 First Momento the Birth by AMEEN MOKDAD
11 Constant Growth Fails by HAUSCHKA
12 Fire in My Heart (Remain Edit) by ESCAPE FROM NY
13 Pretender by BLACK MARBLE
14 Babe Don’t Go by TRIAD GOD
15 What’s A Girl to Do (Dancefloor Edit) by FATIMA YAHAMA
16 Golas Empula Yulun by OCEANVS ORIENTALIS
17 Suis-Je Normale by NINI RAVIOLETTE
18 The Man Waits by MR. MITCH
19 Passion by CHRIS & COSEY
20 Release by THE SHINING PATH
21 Come Again (Sleazy Orgiastic Version) by TUNING CIRCUITS
22 Comida Para Todos by TORESCH
23 Poema Fonético by DISEÑO CORBUSIER
24 Regeneración by ESPLENDOR GEOMETRICO
25 Izlämic Europe by CHINO AMOBI feat. RABIT
26 Euro Trash Girl by CHICKS ON SPEED
27 Faith in Strangers by ANDY STOTT
28 Narcossa by 808 STATE
29 Zen by EBI aka SUSUMU YOKOTA

Storm Stereo #8 on Berlin Community Radio

lydsHallo meine Lieblings!

Today was a special day, as Storm Stereo was broadcasting live from the studio at Berlin Community Radio! Dead chuffed that the lovely people at BCR invited me to host a show, and even though I was so incredibly high on coffee and crunched for time coz of my nervous banter, it was a mighty fun show. Sadly there was a glitch I only just became aware of, and ANALOG BLOC was not played (but instead it was MISS KITTIN twice! Ooops, sorry!) But you should check it out below!

Of course, time flies when you’re having fun, and I realized I had to cut my sets shorts, so no KAOS, ANTI… or EFIALTIS, but I managed to squeeze in some Greek synth personal anthems, some Yugo and Polish punk, some electro beats, and more! Always too many lovely people to mention, so just know you are all in my thoughts no matter where you are on the planet: from Barcelona and the UK to Japan and Canada, and from Athens and Australia to Lyon and the far, far West!

Until next time, stay posi, stay strong! With love from outer space

—Obsessionist

JOSE LARRALDE – Quimey Neuquen (como una daga en mi corazón)

LOWER – But There Has To Be More (seasonal existentialism)

FELIX DA HOUSECAT ft. MISS KITTIN – Silver Screen Shower Scene

COSMETICS – Black Leather Gloves

LED ES EST – Scissors

LUST FOR YOUTH – Barcelona (como una daga en mi corazón)

TUXEDOMOON – No Tears (ADULT Remix)

SECTA – Oposición (ugh, that riff gives me goosebumps every time!)

DEAD HERO – Oi!

BARCELONA – Caudillo / Infierno de Cobardes (I •love• those vocals!)

ODOS 55 – Attiki Victoria

ERA OF FEAR – Mizeria

PARAF – Fini Dečko

MOSKWA – Ja Wiew, Ty Wiesz

MRR #398

mrr_398_cvr1“I’D SELL MY SOUL BUT NO ONE’S BUYING”

The Diät tour had ended, and we had made it safely back to Berlin.

Berlin: a place where addictions come to reinvent themselves. Where drinking beers on trains is no biggie, the party starts after 4am, and rolling a big fat jozza by the canal is common practice for locals and tourists alike, who both flock here from all corners of the earth. It’s a chunky city, with wide streets and pavements, clusters of massive, modernist buildings, colourful murals on post-war project housing, green parks and grey skies, and a canal winding through the centre, lined by leafy banks and cobbled walkways. It was the beginning of spring and the budding branches seemed to extend skyward, as if stretching away the stiff winter and welcoming warmer days with open arms.

Every morning for a week, my kind host Iffi and I would wake up, jam our new radio pop song obsessions while eating porridge with ginger and almonds, then head to Static Shock Musik, where we’d jam the Chain of Flowers record hella loud while opening up shop. At least Iffi was jogging every morning to detox from tour—I was waking and baking at the house and day-drinking on the bench outside the store. I was on a hedonist’s quest, sans most of the resulting pleasure. I helped out with some odd jobs at the store (once a shitworker always a shitworker), walked around the Russian Memorial park twice and yet still failed to actually find the massive statue (what a loser), smoked a joint by the Brandenburg Gate and contemplated the evolution of identity in the age of the selfie stick, and lay under the sun in the park staring at the clouds that looked like dicks with wings, listening to Lust for Youth (so unpunk) and thinking about Blake, the demonization of the body and the absurd things we sometimes do to dismantle the illusions in our head. I went to Bis Aufs Messer Records (they also sell their own yummy coffee!) and with beers by the canal, reunited with the lovely Beeney, who was a MRR shitworker my first summer in SF! I saw a packed Diät gig at Tommyhaus, and danced to punk 45s and tunes by London’s Scraps at the Acid Baby Jesus show at Urban Spree, and drank divine Moscow Mules lined with dingos on the balcony at Kastanienkeller where Warsong from Zaragoza joined locals Sunbather in a packed and fun show. By far the most exciting band (and tightest drummer) I was introduced to this time around was Sick Horse, who play a mix of sinister psych garage and tense, snarky punk.       On what I thought was my last day—because I don’t know how to read a bloody calendar—I woke up to barking dogs and smeared make-up. I stumbled out the house and through Alexanderplatz (the smell of sausage practically nauseating), walked through Museumsinseln but didn’t actually go inside any of the museums and almost fainted with dehydration by the canal with no corner store or café in sight for blocks or bridges. Poisoned by nicotine and negativity. With an extra day in town I felt suspended in my own mind so I decided to avoid humans and sat on a bench by the river in the sun with Low on repeat for three hours. Then I drank my way to an early night at the store. An earth angel came my way—in that way they do out of nowhere—and, after chatting for a while, about my meanderings, my life in the US, she realized I was the writer of what has comically devolved into MRR’s emo column, sans any of the music. “Yeah, you’re more confused in person than you come across on paper.” Ha, I liked her immediately! After Static Shock closed we went round the corner to hers, where she cooked me up a mini feast and gave me beer and the most delicious home made vodka-lemon drink that her dad makes back in Poland—it was like heaven in a shot glass. We talked and smoked and jammed Total Control and made each other lists of bands to check out, and her hospitality and open-heartedness humbled me. The next day it was “goodbye Berliners,” and a done deal to return for the festival two weeks later.

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