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Things To Come
The War is neverending. Sound familiar?

Courtesy of Paul ‘Durruti’ Sellars, click here and you can download, totally legally, ‘Things To Come.’

What’s that, you may ask?

Things to Come opens with a near-future forecast of Christmas 1940 in the metropolis of Everytown (obviously London), a city threatened by world war.Pacifist intellectuals, such as John Cabal (Massey), try to turn the tide.

But Cabal’s efforts go unheeded by the self-interested classes, and war arrives with tanks and aeroplanes and gas bombs.
Everytown is destroyed by air raids (dramatically enacted four years before the real thing).

The war continues for thirty years, its original purpose forgotten. As a result, civilization degenerates while “the Wandering Sickness” and devastation accelerate the spiral down until 1970, when the world has crumbled into a balkanized “Mad Max” Dark Ages. Everytown is ruled by a barbaric warlord, the Boss (Ralph Richardson), as the war continues on a Medieval scale.

Director: William Cameron Menzies
Producer: Alexander Korda
Production Company: London Film Production Inc
Audio/Visual: sound, black & white
Keywords: Sci-Fi
Contact Information: www.k-otic.com

Creative Commons license: Public Domain

It’s a favourite of mine, give it a gleg if you’ve never seen it. Or even if you have.

Stiff Upper Lip

Sherlock Holmes

I’m watching Sherlock Holmes Faces Death, which I taped yesterday.

A man just fell into a room, clutching his neck. As he was helped to a chair, he said,

“I’m sorry… I’m sorry…”

I love the fact that he’d been stabbed in the neck but was apologising for his rude, un-announced entrance. Now, that’s a true gentleman. He also had that lovely old posh English accent. It doesn’t exist now: contemporary posh Brits have an Americanised version. You can spot a toff because they say things like, “I’ll have a liddle drink…” The posh English pronounced “T” has disappeared.

So, in order for you to speak proper, like, here’s what you should say if you are attacked by a sharp miscreant:

“I’m terribly sorry, I appear to have been stebbed. I must apologise for the soiling of your furnishings. Please allow me to peh for the demeges.”

Note that the normal “a” vowel sound becomes an “e” in Old Posh. So, ‘stabbed’ becomes ‘stebbed.’ Also, ‘very’, which we normally say as ‘veree’ becomes ‘verreh.’ In the same manner, ‘pay’ becomes ‘peh.’ In New Posh, the transposition is less drastic and you must Americanise all ‘ts’ into ‘ds.’

Thus :

“What beautiful hands you have!”

becomes, in Old Posh:

“What beautiful hens you hev!”

and, in New Posh:

“What beaudiful hends you have”

Apologisms to proper linguists for the above rambling. I is only ‘aving a bit of a larf, innit?

British Trained Torturers

British Torturers

British-trained police operating in Basra have tortured at least two civilians to death with electric drills, The Independent on Sunday can reveal.

John Reid, the Secretary of State for Defence, admits that he knows of “alleged deaths in custody” and other “serious prisoner abuse” at al-Jamiyat police station, which was reopened by Britain after the war.

Militia-dominated police, who were recruited by Britain, are believed to have tortured at least two men to death in the station. Their bodies were later found with drill holes to their arms, legs and skulls.
(Source: Independent On Sunday)

Just in case anyone thinks I focus too much on American torture and human rights violations, here’s some sterling work courtesy of British-trained personnel.

After all, isn’t it a central tenet of our wonderful British way of life that innocents should be tortured to death with electric drills?

John Reid, New Labour’s Tebbit, certainly thinks so. In every interview I’ve seen, he remains proud of Britain’s illegal invasion of Iraq in search of phantom WMDs. He must be proud of the fantastic new democracy in Iraq and its marvellous security forces.

Isn’t it so much better to be drilled to death by thugs of a US puppet regime democratically elected government than by Saddam’s evil henchmen?

I’m sure as these Iraqis died in agony, they thanked Allah, Bush and Tony Blair for their liberation from oppression.

Hip hooray for Britain! Three cheers for our grand training and the heroic police of the new, democratic Iraq!

The disclosure drags Britain firmly into the growing scandal of officially condoned killings, torture and disappearances in Iraq. More than 170 starving and tortured prisoners were discovered last week in an Interior Ministry bunker in Baghdad.

In the US-controlled districts of Iraq, some senior military and intelligence officials have been accused of giving tacit approval to the extra-judicial actions of counter-insurgency forces.

Critics claim the situation echoes American collaboration with military regimes in Latin America and south-east Asia during the Cold War, particularly in Vietnam, where US-trained paramilitaries were used to kill opponents of the South Vietnamese government.
(Source: Independent On Sunday)

Here Is America’s Torture

This weekend Amnesty International is holding a conference in London which brings together the biggest gathering of former “war on terror” detainees.

The first interview is with Moazzam Begg, one of nine British men who were held at Guantánamo Bay. He was seized in Islamabad in February 2002 by the CIA and initially held at Bagram airbase in Afghanistan for around a year. He was held in Guantánamo until January 2005, when he was released without charge. At Bagram he says he saw two people beaten to death by guards; one guard told him how it was necessary for them to “dehumanise” detainees to cope with working there.
(Source: The Guardian)

Here is the truth behind America’s War On Terror. It’s a story of grand lies and evil, of non-existent WMDs, of murder and torture, all being spun by Bush, Blair and their media lapdogs as some kind of crusade for freedom. Can there be anything more stomach-churning than torturers claiming they’re fighting for human freedom?

America stole three years of Moazzam Begg’s life. They falsely imprisoned him. That’s kidnapping. Then, after three years, they released him without any charges whatsoever.

That could happen to you. You could be totally innocent and still be spirited away by our police or, even worse, the American military.

You have no rights. The War On Terror has removed all your rights. You are now a subject of President Bush and his poodle Blair.

Here’s what Begg says about his imprisonment:

[At Bagram airbase in Afghanistan] The guards had put barbed wire at the back of the cages or the cells where we’d use that area as the latrine. This detainee had apparently been able to push the barbed wire through and crawl out and run out – completely confused as to whether he’s going left or right or where he was going to go in his orange suit. So the guards caught him and they beat him literally to death. After which they dragged him in front of all the cells which were there and that’s when I saw his body. They took him to the medical room which was also opposite the cell where I was and they closed the doors. After that there was a whole series of doctors and medics and officers running in and rushing about. And eventually they carried his body out on a stretcher with the blanket covering his face and all we could see were the beaten soles of his feet that were visible.
(Source: The Guardian)

Can you imagine witnessing that? Can you imagine being kidnapped by the US military and knowing that another detainee has been beaten to death. This man was completely innocent, no charges were filed, there was no trial by a jury of his peers.

He was murdered by US soldiers.

All in George W. Bush’s fight for freedom, for liberty, for justice.

Imagine being Moazzam Begg, knowing that your life is worth nothing to your American captors. Knowing that you could be beaten to death next and it would be reported as an “insurgent casualty.” No-one would even raise an eyebrow.

Here’s Airat Vakhitov’s experience:

We were put into an American detention centre at Kandahar air base. Every one of us suffered from torture and humiliation. The beatings became a routine. Isolation wards, unsanitary conditions and we were sleeping on the sand in the winter. This humiliation was bringing us to our knees.

The torture we were subjected to include beatings and systematic provocations to try and make the detainee break some instructions. And when that happens a special team is called – they would run into the cell, beat and chain him up.

During the interrogations they left you in a cold room for a few weeks. Isolation wards are a good example. We weren’t given anything to lie on – no carpet. All of us have problems with our kidneys because we slept on the iron with air conditioning on. It was freezing cold. The ceilings began to be covered with condensation from the cold. We were held like that for months. I was in the isolation ward for five months. I consider the biggest humiliation I have suffered is the stigma that the Americans gave to me. The life-long brand of terrorist, extremist, which I received in Guantánamo has stayed with me since being extradited to Russia.
(Source: The Guardian)

I haven’t seen the Amnesty conference on any TV news. Maybe it was hidden away somewhere but it certainly wasn’t a top headline. Perhaps it isn’t newsworthy that our major ally in the illegal occupation of Iraq is engaged in systematic murder and torture.

Please click here to read the full article. And click here to help Amnesty International.

Remember, what happened to the people above could easily happen to you. As the law stands now, you can be held for 28 days with no charge, just because the police feel like it. Or, even if you’re a British citizen, the US could kidnap you and hold you, like they’re still doing to ten British citizens and the UK government won’t even dare to complain. No charges, no trial, just torture.

Maybe you won’t ever come back.

Killer Cola

Killer Coke

I’m just watching a BBC 2 documentary about Coca Cola and its current downturn. Nutritionists, lefties, anti-globalists, even Arnie is anti-coke. Yep, The Terminator is anti-Coca Cola!

All of which makes me wonder about Jack White’s decision to do an advert song for Coca Cola.

Is he:

1. So fucking stupid he doesn’t realise the company he’ll be promoting is linked with torture and murder?
2. So arrogant/apolitical that he just doesn’t care?

Oooh, but it’s sooo tasty!:

White’s enthusiasm for the soft drink is the real thing. An unabashed Coke head, White once told ContactMusic.com that he used to down “six [Cokes] a day” and that “it’s the greatest drink ever made by man.”
(Source: E Online)

Here’s a list of murdered union leaders at Coca Cola plants:

Killed By Coca Cola

Which is it, Jack? Stupid or evil?

Frankly, I’ve always thought The White Stripes were a bag of whank on a stick musically. Now they’ve found their ideal corporate partner! And they won’t even have to change the colour of their stage-clothes.

Please click here to find out more about the Killer Coke campaign.

Cornstarch Weirdness

Cornstarch Weirdness

Via BoingBoing, have a look at a video of cornstarch behaving extremely strangely. The above grab is from the end of the video, where it became an unholy monster. I’m hoping it’s a CGI-fake but I suspect the truth is that cornstarch actually is an evil demon, merely waiting for a bit of water and a tap to EAT US ALIVE! Save us, oh Great Pumpkin!

Click here to see the video!

Mystery Jets Live!

Mystery Jets: Kai and William

On Monday, I popped into town. As I was ambling past Superdrug, I saw a lad walking past. Looked familiar. Hmmm… then I realised it was William Mystery Jet, as on the right in the pic above. Well, of course I accosted him. He looked a bit startled but remembered me from the last Vic gig. And, lovely chap that he is, stuck me on his guest list for the gig that night!

So I went to the Vic, expecting to see one great band. I saw three, all for free! :-)

The Good Shoes
Good Shoes (click here for their pics) were first on and they were spunky, jagged fun. And even though Charlie the dog joined them on stage and tried to trip them up, they still maintained their machined guitar riffs.

Noisettes
The Noisettes (click here for their pics) came on and startled the audience, leaping all over the shop and doing a set that went from the gentlest crooning to crazyapeshit slugs of guitar noise. Again, lovely!

And then the Jets (click here for their pics) came on. And they played an even better gig that last time. There’s just something about the way they play live, a sense of fun and adventure that’s missing from a lot of rock bands. And, apart from labelling them broadly as “indie”, there’s no convenient box to stick them in. Which is very refreshing.

Aftershow
Afterwards, I chatted with the bands, all of them good eggs. Not one of them was arsey or up themselves at all. Again, how often can you say that about indie bands, eh? Click here for a few after show pics.

I hope Mystery Jets do well in the states, they deserve success both as people and for the mental amount of gigs they’re playing. The crazy fuckers!

Bless Playlist 15/11/05

Very quiet night tonight, I think the pre-Crimbo lull has kicked in. Either that or everyone’s got avian flu. Despite that, I still got some requests! One for Arcade Fire and one for The Lucksmiths.

The Perceptionists
The Perceptionists. Definitely not keen on Dubya.

The best new track tonight was actually released in March, during my DJing hiatus. It’s The Perceptionists’ ‘Memorial Day.’ In this one track, you’ve got the essence of why hip hop is the most political protest music alive. And why rock, in all its apolitical, irrelevant excess, is dead and should be buried, along with its leather jacket and shades. Here’s an excerpt from the lyrics to ‘Memorial Day’:

I’ve got a question..
I’ve got a question..

Where are the weapons of mass destruction?
We been lookin’ for months and we ain’t found nothin’
Please Mr. President, tell us something
We knew from the beginning that your ass was bluffing!

[Akrobatik]
I never thought of this the day that I enlisted
That I’d be dodging bullets, seekin weapons that never even existed
For someone else’s personal beef, I risk myself
While the Commander-in-Chief, would never come to fight himself
I feel I’m bein’ tricked even worse that the civilians
Nobody ever told me that we would be killin’ children!!
Feelin like the ones that sent me here are the psychotics
but if I say that out loud — I’m “unpatriotic”
but would Donald Rumsfeld back me up with the chrome?
Would Tom Ridge fight or would he stay secure back home?
and would Condoleeza Rice cover grenades in a fox hole?
I’m startin to believe what I was told is not so
What’s the reason for the war?
I’m shootin at these people that I got not animosity for
I wonder if I’m just a pawn in someone else’s struggle
or a here even though I’m just a small piece of the puzzle
I know that when I finally return where I reside
I’ll make up for the months my wife and moms cried
and carry on for all my fallen brothers that died
but you can’t take my pride — cuz I’m a fuckin’ SOLDIER

Malcolm McLaren
Malcolm McLaren. Invented punk, smiling, blu-tack, seagulls, hats…

The best old song was by prize loon and inventor of everything, Malcolm McLaren. It was the sublime ‘Double Dutch.’ As soon as I hear the sound of the skipping ropes at the start, I’m transported back to when I first heard this lovely pop record. Mmmm…

Tonight, you heard:

Cats On Fire – Higher Grounds
Danger Doom – El Chupa Nibre
The Sons Of Silence – A Grain Of Sand
Vapnet – Kalla mig
2for5 – 100 Centre Street
Bed – A New Start
Khonnor – Crapstone
Feist – One Evening
Why? – Sanddollars
Yesterday’s New Quintet – Dice Game
Archer Prewitt – Leaders
Sage Francis – Makeshift Patriot
Fantomas – The Godfather
Jamie Lidell – Multiply
Kraftwerk – Computer Liebe
Percee P – Day At The Races (Feat. Jurassic 5 & Big Daddy Kane)
Wolf Parade – Shine A Light
Rick Nelson – Poor Little Fool
Vorpal – Track #13
Avenues – It Never Happened
The Perceptionists – Memorial Day
Psapp – Curuncula
The Lucksmiths – Camera-Shy
Malcolm Mcclaren – Double Dutch
Agent Simple – Make A Right At Jordsfallmotet
Supernatural – Who’s The Greatest?
Headphones – Hot Girls
The Arcade Fire – Neighborhood #2 (Laika)
Oleg Kostrow – Sportloto 1760 (Bonus Track)
Quasimoto – Rappcats Part 3
Simaryp – Skinhead Moonstomp
Atmosphere – Spaghetti Straps
Terminal 11 – Cest What
Raks One – Knoe Dat
The Double – Idiocy
The Pogues – A Pair Of Brown Eyes

Bored With Post-Emo Singing

Bobcat Goldthwaite
Bobcat Goldthwaite. Should be sueing as many bands as Gang Of Four.

I’m currently wading through new music, trying to find gems to play tonight when I’m DJing.

Maybe it’s post-Sweden malaise but I’m finding fuck-all new non-Swedish indie that’s worth much. Everything has got that kitchen-sink production, layers of crap over everything. And over the churning, over-instrumented morass, the yelpy lead vocal.

Look, I like The Arcade Fire. I don’t mind Modest Mouse. I even like a couple of Bright Eyes songs. But does everyone now have to sing in that same, yelpy indie voice? You know the voice I mean, exactly like Bobcat Goldthwaite in Scrooged.

I am so fucking bored of this strangled, quavery, wavery vocal style. Fair enough if it’s just how you sing but it’s so obviously put on by every American-sounding indie band now. It’s as overdone as the doomy Ian Curtis style.

There’s shedloads of great new electronic music out there, and hip hop too. It’s just the indie rock I’m finding completely dull and formulaic.

Fuck. Don’t people have their own voices any more? Is everything just a set of artfully glued-up templates?

I’ve just listened to four new bands, all critically acclaimed, who sing like Bobcat.

Stop it now, you boring bastards.

More Free Music!

This just in from Matthew Rozeik:

Aloha,

Ylid has just released his “Saccade” ep on Cactus Island recordings
and a downloadable remix album to tie in with it, for all and sundry
to cherish. I have contributed a remix, along with seven other mighty
fresh remixes by:

Broca (Cactus Island),
Twocsinak (Float records),
Maps and Diagrams (Cactus Island),
Michael idehall (Cactus Island),
Polestar,
Dyslogic (Float records)
Loxodonta

Get it here:

http://www.ylid.co.uk/saccaderestitched.html

Bunk off work and listen to it…..go on….

Matthew

You have to wait around for 30 seconds at the download site but it’s time enough to make a nice cuppa and get settled in to listen to your FREE MUSIC!