Monday August 22 2022
Here is a report on documenta fifteen from correspondent Annabel Thompson:
Though livwutang’s social feed, I found this set from zi! aka ziry. It moves through a whole bunch of drum patterns and sounds without settling long enough to be guilty of genre. I recommend’s zi!’s SoundCloud, as well.
This new piece by Terry Eagleton is nominally a review of a book by Raymon Geuss. The actual review takes up the second half, and I couldn’t follow it. The first half, though, is a riff on British Catholic leftists and the parallels between Marxism and the church: “Catholics who become leftists don’t tend to do so simply by way of reaction to a right-wing, deeply authoritarian set up. Nor is it that they are predisposed by their upbringing to left-wing sects which like the church believe themselves to be the sole proprietors of truth, and which have their own secular version of schisms, heresies and even popes. It is rather that you can move from Catholicism to Marxism without having to pass through liberalism. To be raised a Catholic is to have no feel for liberal individualism.”
Good golly, there is a new Dungen single.
I have 31 new recommendations up at Shfl: Arvo Pärt, TLC, Allen Toussaint, Augustus Pablo, Joe Gibbs & The Professionals, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Shakira, Simple Minds, Pink Floyd, Bill Fay, Chris Bowden, Playboi Carti, Actress, and then a bunch more.
This KWALK compilation on Wah Wah Wino—the Irish label devoted to expanding the definition of words like “electronic” and “music”—is one of my favorite outcomes, or maybe it’s the practice I love: complete lack of allegiance to any governing principle or discernible function. Not easy to track down the Wah Wah Wino catalog but I am glad that it can be done. They know what they are doing, or rather, they do not know what they are not doing.
This story on a drug named tusi (2CB, get it?) reminds us that everything is a mutable thing that can be stuck to another thing. Pink is trashy? No, in this case it means your synthetic drug is fancy and won’t hurt when you snort it.
Being an Autechre fan means that you get used to the idea that when you are in your final days, and the attending doctor leaves the room, and the RN on duty starts telling you about his band, it will turn out that somehow, they managed to convince Autechre to remix one of their songs. That’s how it feels, discovering this Autechre remix of Mari Hamada from 1997.
