25/12/2006

#6: Choubi! Choubi! O Iraque da pop à folk

Choubi! Choubi!













O Iraque é hoje um país sem destino, entregue a uma violência diária que já não é notícia. Esta semana, fomos encontrar cassetes perdidas num país que conheceu um regime repressivo, seguido de uma ocupação do exterior.

1 Ja'afar Hassan They Taught Me
2 Segue Bezikh
3 Oh Mother, The Handsome Man Tortures Me
4 Yumma, Al Hilou
5 Ahl Al Aqil
6 _____
7 Choubi Choubi
8 Bawin Ya Binaya Goumi
9 Ja'afar Hassan Front My Hope
10 Sajada Al Ubaid Ala Honak
11 _____
12 Mohammed Al Madloul
13 Sadun Jabir Ashhad Biannak Hilou
14 Salah Abd Alghafour Walla
15 Souad Abdullah

emitido a 19 e 23 Dezembro

24/12/2006

#5: The Downtempo Sessions

DJ set



Esta semana, espreitamos o "set" de abertura de uma actuação dos Massive Attack. Foi a 29 de Setembro no 9:30 Club em Washington D.C..

1 Underwolves Nine Lives (Version My Life)
2 Towa Tei feat. Bebel Gilberto Technova (Smith & Mighty's Flavour No. 2)
3 Boom Boom Satellites On the Painted Desert (DJ Krush Remix)
4 Sneaker Pimps 6 Underground (Umbrellas of Ladywell Remix #2 Instrumental)
5 FC Kahuna Hayling
6 Crustation Purple (12' Master)
7 The Glove Perfect Murder
8 UNKLE feat. Thom Yorke Rabbit in Your Headlights (Underdog Remix)
9 Bonobo The Plug (Quantic Remix)
10 Buscemi Mocha Supremo
11 Aromabar Space Patrol (Old School Mix)

emitido a 12 e 16 Dezembro

22/12/2006

#4: Anita O'Day (1919-2006)

Anita O'Day



Anita O'Day morreu numa quinta-feira de Novembro. Na primeira terça-feira de Dezembro, exploramos vozes femininas do jazz e arredores e debitamos música por associação de ideias.

1 Anita O'Day S Wonderful / They Can't Take That Away From Me
2 Ella Fitzgerald I Can't Give You Anything But Love
3 Billie Holiday What a Little Moonlight Can Do
4 Abbey Lincoln Brother Can You Spare a Dime
5 Peggy Lee Whisper Not
6 Patricia Barber Call Me
7 Helen Merrill Don't Explain
8 June Christy You're Making Me Crazy
9 Betty Carter I Should Care
10 Carmen McRae + Betty Carter What's New
11 Blossom Dearie Tea For Two
12 Dinah Washington Me and My Gin
13 Sheila Jordan Let's Face the Music and Dance
14 Shirley Horn The Best Is Yet to Come
15 Cat Power Names

emitido a 5 e 9 Dezembro

06/12/2006

#3: Vozes da rua

Dabrye



Começa naquele registo calmaria-caos-calmaria para entrar pela rua dentro e pôr um megafone nas mãos de quem lá vive. Pradarias dub, hip-hop decantado beat por beat, electrónica xamânica.

1 Absinthe Love Song for a Dutch Bitch
2 Heat Sensor Regime (Remix)
3 Dabrye (feat Jay Dee & Phat Kat) Game Over
4 edIT Arbor
5 Ambulance Chasers GrHoCh
6 Kitimat Kontent Without a K
7 Andrew Thompson There Must Be Some Kind of Misunderstanding
8 Superdense Child Bakerman's Droid Stew
9 DJ Flack Klez Dub
10 Teledubgnosis In Heaven, a Devil (The Bug Heaven Dub)
11 Baby Blak Just Begun (King Honey Raw Mix)
12 Fluorescent Grey A Peruvian Shaman Sits Down to Make IDM on His Laptop

emitido a 28 Novembro e 2 Dezembro

26/11/2006

#2: The (Unsigned) Hip Hop Sessions

Reef The Lost Cauze



Na próxima hora, o Coffee Breakz vai andar a fuçar os recantos do ciberespaço, à procura de gente do hip-hop sem contrato assinado.

1 Juggla Records
2 Trife Salasi Slave Market Radio
3 Zeez Shock Of The Hour
4 Vangaurd Belly Of The Beast
5 Reef The Lost Cauze Where It's Not (prod. by Noxt Millen)
6 French & Graph Goodnight
7 Tame One & DJ Porno Slowdown
8 Kustoo Love (prod. by Cassius Clay)
9 Reef The Lost Cauze Mike Jones Infomercial
10 Omega Crime Happily
11 Fenalm It's Time
12 DJ Crumbumb Scoundral (used for bed music)
13 Bashton & Megalon Off Mic
14 Jak Progresso Sit On My Face
15 TDI I Run Tha Bronx
16 Conumdrum One I Love C1
17 The Kid Getting High
18 Dump Sites Black Umbrellas

emitido a 21 e 25 Novembro

20/11/2006

No Luck Club - Prosperity

Igloo Cartel

No Luck Club - Prosperity







Rating: 9/10

Just when I was banging my head against the wall in frustration, a Vancouver-based trio sent me an advance copy of the finest instrumental hip-hop pedigree I've come across this year. I immediately thought to myself: Finally, a record that is like a cinemascope, discharging sonic luminaries like we were all starring in a remake of Chaplin’s Modern Times. But then the first track, "Triad Zone," languidly worn out in its low-cholesterol abrasiveness, was more typical of a film noir. It’s even better, I recall salivating to my inner self. (Actually, "Triad Zone" had already made it to WFMU host Noah Zark’s podcast Coffee 2 Go earlier this year, so it wasn't completely unrecognizable.)

Prosperity is an urban fairytale, inebriated with oriental fumes. In fact, as the press release puts it, this is the second chapter of a trilogy of recordings, inspired by the Chinese deities symbolizing luck and good fortune. The first was Happiness and it was released in September 2003. Could they be more conceptual? Yes, they could... and they are. Going through No Luck Club’s latest effort is like reading a book, divided in four chapters, here eloquently called "suites": the Cinematic Suite, the Uptempo Suite, the Introspective Suite, and the Nada Suite.

Founded in 2000 by the Chan Brothers (Matt, the turntablist, and Trevor, the laptop samplist), No Luck Club claimed the attention of Dan the Automator’s 75Ark Records when the group issued their mix CD and demo, Newfangled Moments. They signed a contract with the label but, when Happiness was already in the stove, 75Ark went kaput. A revised version of the album would be released by Ill Boogie Records two years later, and Vancouver DJ champion Paul Belen (a.k.a. Pluskratch) would join the Club in late 2004. With the addition of Pluskratch the brotherhood of the ring was complete, so to speak.

Imagine an art gallery comprised of four rooms, each devoted to a specific musical mood. Each hosting three alphanumerical combinations you have to decipher so that you can unlock three different safes, and move on to the next suite. I think this is a nice way to describe the mental maze that Prosperity induces. But there’s more to it. The eclecticism is its watermark, from vacant electronics ("Corporate Spy Hunter") to piano-driven, dub incursions like "OMD (Orchestral Maneuvers in Dub)," and from the scratching, fatso delivery of "Rock n’ Roll Monster on Sunset" to the tropicalia, jazz-funk intersection on the Portuguese/Brazilian-titled "Mais Ritmo no Carnaval" – which translates as "more rhythm in Carnival".

And, of course, there’s even room for politicized, mind-numbing numbers like "Our Story," which speaks up about the difficulties in Sino-Canadian relations, and features racist samples like "we don’t want China men in Canada, this is a white men’s country and white men will keep it so," and "the people of Canada do not wish to make a fundamental alteration in the character of our population". No Luck Club are not afraid of pouring salt in someone’s wounds.

As far as musical spectres are concerned, No Luck Club could not be among better people. They have shared the stage with the likes of Buck 65, the pope of grainy, tedium-fuelled hip hop, M.I.A., the girl with "revolution" as her middle name, the mighty Jurassic Five, DJ A-Trak, DJ Z-Trip, among others. "Oh my god that’s the funky shit!"

http://www.lostatsea.net/review.phtml?id=20918416374561a332b9ceb

14/11/2006

#1: Atlantic Waves 2006

Atlantic Waves 2006



Quando já decorre o Atlantic Waves 2006, o Coffee Breakz mostra os sons que a edição deste ano leva até Londres.

1 Shlomo Intro
2 Carlos Bica Hank
3 Mieyon & Park Je Chun Iberian Sunset
4 Max Eastley Two 150 Kilo Blocks of Melting Ice with Layers of Stones Embedded Falling Onto a Metal Plate for Climate Change Project Farewell
5 Z'EV The Smoking Key
6 Robert Rutman Live at King Kong Club, 11.2.05 (excerpt)
7 Victor Gama Jetstream (Wind on Totem Harp)
8 Asmus Tietchens S.4
9 Thomas Köner Tu, Sempre
10 Paulo Raposo Stanza (For Marta)
11 David Maranha Bercese Pour Ema

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emitido a 14 e 18 Novembro

28/08/2006

The Strugglers - You Win

Acuarela



Rating: 6/10

Although my street cred may irreversibly turn to dust, I kind of like this record. While most alt-country artists take advantage of the momentum created by Richard Buckner, Will Oldham and Ryan Adams – sounding merely pictorial and unashamedly flat – The Strugglers offer a more prosaic association with a certain folksy American tradition. You Win takes no conceptual jump but the band, hailing from North Carolina’s "Paris of the Piedmont," Carrboro, manages to savagely grow early seeds still bearing fruit.

It’s not an original idea, though – it never was, really. And it definitely stretches back to Neil Young, (Smog) and the like. But The Strugglers do so in a defiantly manner, which is half the way to prevent their final work from getting a depreciative look. Always exploring an introverted terrain, these songs possess the comfortable scent of a fireplace burning constantly on a Sunday afternoon.

From "The Rejection Letter," a spacious, silent outburst of restrained anger, to the self-titled epilogue, this album is eminently coherent, a solemn chant of the disenchanted, if you will. Does my heart feel warmer at the completion of these 50 minutes? Only slightly. Nevertheless, I can see this was the only way songwriter Brice Randall Bickford II had found for his music to keep pace with his ideas.

Let all music history fall down like yellow, aged print matter – by that time, The Strugglers’ page will probably remain blank and this record will feel like a cucumber in the gardener’s ass. But for now, it’s no crime to crank these songs up, incorporate the solitude of reclusive numbers like "Necrophilia" and "Distant Demands," and contemplate the big black hole on the wall.

Enjoy the inertia provided by the guitars, the banjos, the drums, and the rich string and piano arrangements. The next Bonnie ‘Prince’ Billy record is only a few weeks away to warm up fall evenings.

http://www.lostatsea.net/review.phtml?id=59029949944f08128a0d28

26/07/2006

Jet Sam - Remote

Earsay



Rating: 4/10

With all due respect, this EP is like having sex with a bartender: enjoyable while it lasts, but lacking all manner of memorable details to make for a nice, juicy shit-chat at the water cooler the following morning. Jet Sam is an Israeli power trio, ideologically rooted in the old tradition of American rock trios. They are gifted musicians, though sometimes dangerously reminiscent of the megalithic style of Our Lady Peace and Days of the New.

That reverence to acts of the past is simultaneously their greatest virtue and their Achilles’ heel. Post-grunge is so dated it drags the dutiful ear into a spiral of arbitrary rejection and circumspect prejudice. But if you idolize Nickelback just as much as you say you revere Nirvana, this may score high in your summer passions’ hit list. Besides, Omer Hershman’s voice and guitar playing are irrepressibly good in academic terms, as are Yair Yona’s bass and Ran Jackobovitz’s drums.

Nevertheless, they end up sounding monumentally annoying after a second rerun, especially in numbers like “The Days” and the live version of “Man from the Park”. And so Remote is like a little tragedy just waiting to happen. These guys should have been told that tossing a hard rock album, with all the clichés of post-grunge, and never moving a millimetre from the safe rock n’ roll commandments, would put them at risk of a rotund disapproval.

If I had to highlight something from this 23-minute EP, I would choose the 23-second watering effect at the beginning of “India”. Just don’t take their on-stage curriculum as a consequent guideline! Even though they have performed in some of New York’s finest venues, they’re still too “monkey see, monkey do” for the average taste. Jet Sam is another abortive record away from falling into a collective purgatory, that of the act more ready to give a shot in the foot than a shot in the dark. So let me just put the lights out and see if they get the message.

http://www.lostatsea.net/review.phtml?id=51232798344c6775504af9

25/07/2006

#8: "With a humble heart, on bended knee"



Glaxo Babies This Is Your Life
ESG Insane (Tambourine Mix)
Aloe Blacc Long Time Coming
Sufjan Stevens Springfield

eléctrodos avariados:

Thom Yorke
The Eraser
Analyse

Amen Andrews London
Kerrier District Robotuss
Tim Maia Imunização Racional (Que Beleza)
Sachiko Kanenobu
James Figurine Leftovers
Billy Nicholls Would You Believe
Labi Siffre I Got The

Brothers on the Slide: the Story of UK Funk 1969-1975
Linda Lewis Sideway Shuffle
Cymande Brothers on the Slide

Monoton Ein Wort
The North Sea & Rameses III Death of the Ankou
Johnny Cash Help Me

Jamaica to Toronto: Soul, Funk and Reggae 1967 to 1974
Ram Love Is the Answer
Jo-Jo & the Fugitives Fugitive Song

Jezzreel Sun Will Shine
Alva Noto Gulf Night
Oneida The Adversary
Plaid & Bob Jaroc The Return of Super Barrio
Rotary Connection I Am the Black Gold of the Sun

o coffee breakz recorda:

Milton Nascimento
Milagre dos Peixes
Gran Circo
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02/07/2006

#7: "Salvation comes for free"



Four Tet

Syclops - Mom, the Video Broke
Madvillain - Figaro (101 Remix)

Roc 'C'
Hear Me Now
Lover's Choice

Dirty On Purpose
Mara Lights
Light Pollution

Big Youth
Tipper Tone Rock
Pride & Ambition

London Is the Place for Me Vol. 2
Tunji Oyelana - Onmonike
Ambrose Cambell - Yolanda

Isan

Yttrium
Amber Button

Boogy Bytes 2: Mixed by Sascha Funke
Henrik Schwarz, Dixon & Ame - Where We At
Carsten Jost - Uccellini

Chris Smither
Have You Seen My Baby?
I've Got Mine

Hacienda Discoteque Vol. 1
Yazoo - Situation
Deee-Lite feat. Osca Child - Wild Times

Dr. Octagon
It's the Morning
Ants feat. DJ Dexter

Flying
Alice
Mosquito

Silverhead
More Than Your Mouth Can Hold
Rolling with My Baby

Fingletoad, Strange & Siho
Woman
Angela Lee

Keene Brothers Beauty of the Draft
The Takeovers Insane/Cool It
Psycho & The Birds The Killers

Bruno Spoerri
Les Electroniciens
Soft Art Theme

Matthew Dear as Audion
Lee Curtis - Ketamine Christmas
Rovert Babicz - Battlestar

Les Rallizes Denudes Distant Memories

Takashi Nishioka

Os Mutantes

A Minha Menina
Mágica
Meu Refrigerador Não Funciona
Jardim Elétrico
E Seus Cometas no País do Baurets
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12/06/2006

Daedelus - Denies the Day’s Demise

Mush



Rating: 9/10

MF Doom, Sci, Laura Darling, Prefuse 73, TTC, Cyne, Mike Ladd, and Hrishikesh Hirway. These were some of the guest appearances that could be found on last year’s Exquisite Corpse, a record so unparalleled that its mere existence defied any successful progression from that point. For their follow up, Denies the Day’s Demise, Santa Monica-based Daedelus played all instruments and provided all vocals with the exception of "Sundown," sung by Amir Yaghmai, and "Our Last Stand," which deserved additional programming by Jonathan Larroquette.

And, although its predecessor is like a milestone in soundscaping, Denies the Day’s Demise proves that Daedelus needn’t have an army of guest stars to craft an enjoyable album. But this is more than that. Denies the Day’s Demise is an enjoyable album, one of those which ultimately leads to wild speculation as to whether any future albums in the same vein will ever manage as well. Releasing one album per year as Daedelus (real name: Alfred Weisberg Roberts) blends sterile digital fragments with dreamy swirls of sound and color to a pleasant and always promising result.

2002’s Invention from Plug Research had already beached Daedelus far from the insipid, uninspired playground in which modern producers are content to frollick, and Denies the Day’s Demise is the true and definite realization of the Promethean skills he hides under his fingers. Boldly creative tracks like the opener. "At My Heels" (isn’t that narration voice reminiscent of Burroughs?) and "Like Clockwork Springs" are defiantly at odds with the vacant promenade that is to escalate the American Top 40 on a Saturday afternoon.

By the third song, "Bahia," Denies the Day’s Demise treats listeners to the discovery of soaked Brazilian rhythms, remarkably able to still find space on the producer's palette. This time, Daedelus explores samba and bossa nova, and integrates their vernacular, juicy nutrients in an already succulent platform. He provides these bits of dash now ("Petite Samba") and then ("Viva Vida"), adding the punch just when it is needed rather than dumping it all over the map, opting to sound fresh rather than obnoxiously literal. Apart from these Latin influences and the funky element they provide, the disc is a dense, cerebral, sweated-over work of art.

The orchestral sketches in numbers like "Dreamt of Drowning," merged with some figures of an aural past, notably arrangements from the 30s, risk putting this record in the jazz section of a slippery home catalogue. The IDM counterpart in this record – there’s at least one in every Daedelus album; in Exquisite Corpse it was "Just Briefly" – is "Our Last Stand," a hit-and-run game that inebriates both the mind and the legs. His arsenal is like any other producer’s; a fistful of boxes, beats that defy gravity and common sense, and samples that induce headaches when isolated from the blanketed comfort that they give to their music. But, while most simply obliterate their potential in their haste to create the illusion of newness, Daedelus is a devoted, creative artist.

Alfred Roberts has been releasing records and remixes solo, under the Daedelus moniker, and also with Frosty as Adventure Time or, as he puts it, "soon enough The Long Lost (with Laura Darling)," but he never lets his music sound obsolete. Even after repeated listens. Choosing to take cues from the past, Daedelus never alienates the modern electronics he has in store. And, unlike Winsor McCay’s creation, Little Nemo, featured on the cover, he knows how to sound wiser every day.

http://www.lostatsea.net/review.phtml?id=369208214448daeb17c462

05/06/2006

David Shultz - David Shultz

Triple Stamp



Rating: 8/10

This review inaugurates a new form of analyzing records. As I dig into my fresh memories of David Shultz’s self-titled record, it’s John Frusciante’s free Internet album From the Sounds Inside that’s playing in the background. Since they move in an analogous wavelength, I assumed there would be no problem establishing an ideological bridge between the two. Both write confessional tracks with a penchant for improvisation and they always avoid the endless boogie clichés.

This record is a logical progression from Shultz’s more proactive work: forty songs in his first two years as a solo act. For this, he chalked up ten hard-boiled tracks that take visual and aural quotes from each other. The result is an instrumental finesse that could only be found in the sadistic comfort of a bargain store. His finger-picked guitar style on tracks like "How It Was", "Abyss" or "Grey Away" takes its cues from the Pelt’s canons, but the stamina provided by the distensile bass is purely his own, or Marcus Shrock’s for that matter.

Backed by one-chord ruminations, "Fisher King" possesses a trait that may stymie a full comprehension of David Shultz: its noirish atmosphere unplugs the old amps and leads you to drony meditations that then drop out of sight, just as "All the Same" unleashes its receded intimacy. In this particular aspect, Frusciante does it better, constantly taking the temperature of the listener and never allowing him to get lost in the drowsiness of microtonal perception.

To wrap this album up, the guitar in "Blue Jay" is almost percussive, backed by lines like "Oh how I burned my eyes, I tried to stare at you anyway", which bleed into the great finale that is "Of All the Things". Always loath to acknowledge that acoustic music will save the universe, I have an occasional fondness for college folk and lustrous pop craftsmanship. There is a lot to be said about Shultz’s humble, spartan voice, but it’s really incautious to reduce this record to his vocal delivery.

In Shultz’s music, arrangements aren’t merely illustrative. In little more than half an hour, he shows how to grow cotton from apparently obsolete echo boxes and seemingly sludgy, crap beats. I’m not sure who’s the disciple and who’s the master, but John Frusciante and David Shultz are kind of replicating each other’s footsteps. Only, they don’t know how.

http://www.lostatsea.net/review.phtml?id=131640451044609c6242f64

24/05/2006

#6: The World Tapes



1 Charivari Persian Zydeco Gris Gris
2 Tom Zé Defect 2: Curiosidade
3 Cesária Évora Traz d’Horizonte
4 Manu Chao Homens
5 Gotan Project Santa Maria
6 Warsaw Village Band The Owl
7 Hurdy Gurdy Luder Anders
8 Baaba Maal Koni
9 Thione Seck Mouhahibou
10 Yat-Kha When the Levee Breaks
11 Edil Husainov Bul Bul Zaman

intro vox: Lou Barlow Home
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21/04/2006

#5: Coffee Breakz on the road



1 Joy Division No Love Lost
2 My Bloody Valentine Can I Touch You
3 The Go! Team Everyones a Vip to Someone
4 Air Dead Bodies
5 Bango Marta, Zéca, o Padre, o Prefeito, o Doutor e Eu
6 Bonnie 'Prince' Billy I Am a Cinematographer
7 Stephen Malkmus Jo Jo's Jacket
8 Pixies Cecilia Ann
9 Yo La Tengo Our Way to Fall
10 Built to Spill Velvet Waltz
11 Spoon Small Stakes
12 Animal Collective Leaf House

13 antes e depois do rock:

Triumph of Lethargy Skinned Alive to Death The Morning Trumpets Failure

14 o coffee breakz recorda:

Sonic Youth The Sprawl

intro vox: Lou Barlow Home
música de fundo: Sigur Rós Intro
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11/04/2006

#4: The Hip-Hop Sessions - Part I



1 Company Flow Krazy Kings Too [Instrumental]
2 A Tribe Called Quest Award Tour
3 Lootpack Attack of the Tupperware Puppets feat Oh No, Declaime & God's Gift
4 M.I.A. Los Gatos de Zully
5 Viktor Vaughn Doom on Vik
6 Non-Prophets Damage
7 Sixtoo My Gold Fronts
8 Dr. Octagon On Production

9 ervas daninhas:

DJ Shadow 3 Freaks feat. Keak da Sneak & Turf Talk

10 Madlib Just Think
11 Prefuse 73 Minutes Away Without You
12 Aceyalone Lost Your Mind
13 De La Soul Declaration
14 El-P Stepfather Factory

15 o coffee breakz recorda:

Wu-Tang Clan Shimmy Shimmy Ya

intro vox: Lou Barlow Home
música de fundo: Odd Nosdam Dumb This Down (instrumental)
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02/04/2006

#3: "Vous avez lu l'histoire de Jesse James"



1 Gerry Mitchell & Little Sparta Feasting on My Heart
2 Hans Fjellestad Wriggling Call
3 Matt Elliott What's Wrong
4 Vert Part 4 [Edit]
5 This Heat 24 Track Loop
6 Moha (C5)

7 eléctrodos avariados:

aMute Aux Creux des Vagues, Mon Visage

8 Prefuse 73 versus Pedro Gratis
9 Aesop Quartet Egyptian Knights

10 o coffee breakz recorda:

Serge Gainsbourg Bonnie and Clyde

intro vox: Lou Barlow Home
música de fundo: Brian Eno Sombre Reptiles
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28/03/2006

#2: Ali Farka Touré (1939-2006)





Ali Farka Touré
1 Radio Mali
2 Karaw
3 Bonde (with Ry Cooder)
4 Arsani
5 Keito (with Ry Cooder)
6 Lasidan (with Ry Cooder)
7 Gambari


8 Amandrai (with Ry Cooder)

9 Hawa Dolo


10 Kaira (with Toumani Diabaté)

música de fundo: Ali Farka Touré Gambari
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27/03/2006

Ali Farka Touré 1939-2006



Ali Farka Touré was a farmer who played music, and not the other way around. He died earlier this month, on March 7th, from bone cancer. He was 66.

"In the West, perhaps this music is just entertainment and I don’t expect people to understand," he once said.

And they never did, even though Touré received two Grammy awards, one for his collaboration with Ry Cooder on 1994’s Talking Timbuktu, the other for last year’s In the Heart of the Moon, recorded with Toumani Diabaté.

Ali Farka Touré was born in Gourmararusse (in the Timbuktu region), Mali, in 1939, into the noble Sorhai family. In Malian society the trade of a musician is usually inherited, and so Touré’s family, who were not professional performers, disapproved of his taking up music. But determined as he was, he began playing the guitar at the age of ten and the following year began playing a single string African guitar, the gurkel, known for its power to draw out spirits. Ali also taught himself the njarka, a single string fiddle that would later become a hallmark of his performances.

It was not until 1956, at the age of seventeen, that Touré truly comprehended his musical mission after seeing Keita Fodeba, a Guinean guitarist, perform live in Bamako. Later on, during a return visit to Bamako, Otis Redding and John Lee Hooker introduced Touré to African-American music. Legend has it that the young Malian first thought Hooker to be playing Malian music, but then realized that the soulful American music had deep African roots. When Mali gained independence from France in September of 1960, the new government created a group called Troupe 117, with which Ali sang, composed and performed as an emissary of the state.

Until 1980 Touré toiled as a sound engineer, always saving his money in hopes of becoming a farmer. Thirty years ago, in 1976, Touré's recording career began in France, but complacent Western ears never paid much attention. Back in Africa, he began adapting traditional songs and rhythms from Mali’s culture into songs written in ten languages. But while touring in the black continent, and occasionally in America and Europe, Touré missed the quiet life of his home and his crops.

During the 1980s Ali Farka Touré remained an obscure player in the background of world music while other African artists, notably Senegal’s Youssou N’Dour – who later recorded the "7 Seconds" hit with Neneh Cherry – and Malian singer Salif Keita, were slowly coming into the limelight. In 1990, Touré abandoned music all-together in order to fully devote his time to the farm in Timbutku, but was eventually coaxed out of retirement by his producer and, two years later, the Malian farmer was recording the Grammy-winning Talking Timbuktu with Ry Cooder. Cooder, the American guitarist known as a member of Captain Beefheart’s Magic Band, had already composed the soundtracks to more than 20 films, including Wim Wenders’ Paris, Texas and The End of Violence.

In this collaborative effort, the bluesy kinship between Touré and Cooder is so strong that it seems to dangle from the studio’s ceiling like a psychedelic snarl that then engulfs the rich and rhythmical stringed playing of Touré. Despite the success achieved by the collaboration, the simple man from Timbutku was still fighting off the music industry, unwilling to leave his rice farm in Mali for the length of time required to record an album. Nick Gold, Touré's producer, found away around his artist's domestic duties by setting up recording equipment in an abandoned brick hall in nearby Niafunké, Mali, operating the makeshift studio with portable equipment and powering it with gasoline generators in lieu of the power lines that the Malian countryside simply did not have.

Before he was appointed mayor of the Niafunké region, tackling the ongoing malaria problem, addressing pollution in the region, and establishing a tree-planting project were amongst Ali’s election promises. Finally in 2004, Nick Gold recorded Touré’s first album in five years. Gold invited Toumani Diabaté – the irrefutable prince of the kora (a 21-string harp-flute from West Africa) – for one track, the traditional and beautiful Malian song, "Kaira". Without rehearsing, the duo improvised and the collaboration was so vibrant that Gold suggested they recorded an entire album together.

And thus In the Heart of the Moon was born. The first of a trilogy of albums Nick Gold’s label recorded at the Hotel Mande, the record includes inputs from Ry Cooder on guitar and piano, Sekou Kante and Cachaíto López on bass, and Joachim Cooder and Olalekan Babalola on percussion. The producer took his World Circuit team and their longtime engineering collaborator Jerry Boys (who also worked for Buena Vista Social Club) to Bamako to record Touré’s second Grammy-winning album. In the Heart of the Moon was finished in three two-hour sessions, put to tape in an inspiring place overlooking the Niger River. The most fascinating thing about the album is its spontaneity - only one song required a second take, and then only because it had been interrupted by a rainstorm.

Ali Farka Touré simultaneously had an introverted and a communal approach to music. He seemed to have taken on the flavour of his roots and the tribal music of Mali, yet somehow come out with a new style all his own, an affected playing and singing that will forever comfort the hearts of strangers. At first, we are all strangers to Touré's music, but one listen has the power to transport us into an energy field, allowing us to become part of the experience.

Despite his remarkable flavor, Ali Farka Touré remains largely unknown outside of scholastic circles. Even as his death made a slight stir in the ocean of world news earlier this month, his name continued its slide into obscurity, and his legacy is overshadowed by the simple fact that the masses will someday never again hear Touré's name. They will never know that Touré made strings sound like fresh blood running through the world’s veins. That his music is the warm African sound, the big sound out of the guitar and out of the njarka.

May you forever rest in peace, Ali!

Now the farm is all yours.

SEE ALSO: Afropop.org’s feature on Ali Farka Touré’s death.

SEE ALSO: Wikipedia’s entry on "the African John Lee Hooker".

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13/03/2006

Triumph of Lethargy Skinned Alive to Death - Helpless

Make Break



Rating: 9/10

"I'm going back to following out of chairs/ and puking on lampposts". These lines, taken from the Murder City Devils song "That’s What You Get," can attest to the obscure leads Spencer Moody was trailing a few years ago. That he would now record a version of Neil Young’s "Helpless" (with lyrics that read "There is a town in North Ontario/ with dream comfort memory to spare") only proves that an artist may eventually spot in his work qualities that he later rebels against.

Following the demise of the Murder City Devils on Halloween night 2001, frontman Spencer Moody (ex-MCD and ex-Dead Low Tide) asked Corey Brewer if he’d like to start a new thing. The invitation came after Moody saw Brewer performing live with Bright Shiny Objects, but the press release also quotes Moody as saying: "I wanted some one to drink PBR with in my basement". Whatever the reason was, Triumph of Lethargy Skinned Alive to Death is a fine treat.

For someone like me, who loved the Devils and respected Dead Low Tide and Pretty Girls Make Graves (the two projects that ensued after they called it quits), Triumph of Lethargy may sound too arty and disassembled. As a matter of fact, Helpless’ opener "Demolition Man" is the only track that vaguely resembles the cadence of the Devils’ songs, and it’s the only one that has any formal structure at all.

"The Morning Trumpets Failure" feels like a drug jerking through one’s body, with its initial dense voiceover and what appears to be a sampling Neil Young’s words "there is a town". Then comes a sobbing pre-climax dissolving into a lone, aching guitar sound around which a final laugh slowly builds. The guitar parts in Helpless, mostly done by Brewer, fulfil Moody’s initial appeal: to make this "the loneliest sounding record in the world".

Tracked on its own orbit, Triumph of Lethargy is a sterling stew of riffs all bleeding into a sparse, dawdling seizure of audio paintings. "The Salted Ones, Into the Mud" begins with austere, pounding beats and a cavernous male voice, only to penetrate a horror movie-like swirl of demands and laments. To aggravate things further, there’s a contemplative leakage between tracks: as I stated before, "The Morning..." contains a sample of Young’s voice, then comes a song appropriately titled "There Is a Town" and, after a filler called "Intro," the reworking of "Helpless" finally comes.

The choking, imprisoning kicks of "Svevo Bandini" stroll into the pitch-levelled "Salt," which in turn builds into the droning depths of "Sincerely, L. Cohen," a track Mr. Cohen would never pen without a gun to his head. Even after depicting Helpless’s attributes and flaws – and I didn’t find any of the latter – this record remains weird even by anything-is-possible arty standards. Some of the bruised, shattering blips present here sound like the clanks you hear when you pick up a record and settle the needle down. What appears to be technical failure is indeed the bread and butter of this record. And prepare to be shocked: the final track, "The Pleasures of My Life," at times reminds me of the heartbeat heard throughout Sigur Rós’ Ágaetis Byrjun.

Aside from the violin, superb on "I Made a List" and played exclusively by Brewer, the duo that comprise Triumph of Lethargy worked together in a true musical collaboration. To be fair, Brewer is also solely responsible for the sober cover art, which they claim was designed to remind people of the books put out by Black Sparrow Press. For nerds’ pleasure, Triumph of Lethargy recorded and mixed Helpless (which is their third album but the first to be widely available) on a Tascam 4-track and a Yamaha digital 16-track. All things considered, Helpless is one of the most intriguing records ever made by someone schooled in the punk/metal tradition.

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12/03/2006

#1: "Stars of night turned deep to dust"



1 David Byrne Body in a River
2 Sei Miguel The Tear, The South, The Saint and the Dragon
3 Cat Power The Greatest
4 Pajo War Is Dead
5 Fovea Hex Don't These Windows Open (True Interval Offering)

6 uma colher de jazz:

Oren Marshall 6 (edit)

7 Efterklang Prey & Predator
8 Merz Warm Cigarette Room
9 Buck 65 Kennedy Killed the Hat
10 Charivari Persian Zydeco Gris Gris

11 o coffee breakz recorda:

Neu! Hallogallo

12 DJ Nuts From SP on my 303 (Coffee Breakz remix)

intro vox: Lou Barlow Home
música de fundo: Twinemen Chose Sauvage
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09/03/2006

Bango - Bango

Shadoks



Rating: 7/10

Yeah, I love exotic music, but I must confess that half of the interest I have for Bango comes from the allure of its rarity. Originally released in 1970, this self-titled, one-off release has since become a point of rivalry amongst collectors. Bango was a psych-infused band that stacked piles of harsh noise against a background of interlocking, appealing rhythms. But they were just that: a "little nobody" kind of ensemble, a little more than the finest band in the neighbourhood.

The essential driving force behind songs like "Inferno no Mundo" and "Only" is their blues-affiliated breed, which puts them as some Brazilian badly-drawn sketch of Led Zeppelin. Maybe the lyrics for "Marta, Zéca, o Padre, o Prefeito, o Doutor e Eu" will puzzle anyone outside the Portuguese-speaking community, but this number is Bango’s quintessential, really: an odd coupling between powerful riffs breaking out in boils, and a notorious sense of humour (believe me, the accent alone is hilarious!). Just a tip-off: "padre paquerador" translates as "dating priest".

There’s no use in trying to break Bango’s sound down into small bits, because theirs is as in-your-face a sound can be, a bit like the hell-raising mentality that drives one to start a riot in a club, scream their lungs out, and then pack up and leave as if nothing really happened. "Motor Maravilha" single-handedly flies the sweat n’ roll flag in the record, while "Geninha" punctuates the signature groove that embellishes the whole deal. And the final track, "Ode to Billy", makes me wonder which records Ozzy Osbourne was listening to before penning Black Sabbath’s hit "Paranoid".

Don’t take the previous inflated lines as a definitive review, though. Bango is far from being the best in their own class (check out Os Mutantes, and learn more about excessive writing and playing), let alone the ambassadors of the country that, in the late 1950s, invented bossa nova. Besides, as I wrote above, I always drool when exoticism enters a musical equation: it’s hard for me to curb the excessive emotional outpourings, which come with music that has the "traditional" tag, written all over the place.

Brazilian art is so rich and diverse that it deserved a whole book instead of a single, dumb paragraph. Always keen to stretch out their artistic range, musicians find no trouble in supplanting the tired models of their sources, be it in jazz, psyched-out punk, or the chart-busting baile funk of today. In a way, Bango’s sound is dated, but it isn't difficult to conclude that the band helped laying the foundation bricks of what later became Brazil’s balls-out brand of rock and roll.

As time has passed, Bango has indivertibly built an interesting hype around it, and aptly deserves the reissue it is now getting. In this case, it’s even advisable to let affection blur the severe accuracy of critical exercises. First, you let yourself loose in the sound, and then get out of it with the stark perspective of the inebriated, embedded connoisseur. This record will come as a slap in the face for anyone who antagonizes the flat-out nimbleness of cross-cultural music. For it is in its lightness that you should find its strength.

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13/02/2006

Goldoolins - Songs of the Turly Crio

Olamale



Rating: 7/10

Back in the day, when I was young and defenseless, had I limited myself to the folksy vision of Leonard Cohen, or even the Fairport Convention - great, juicy music, mind you - I’d be now pushing up daisies. It’s obvious that a person's horizons will broaden as they obsessively dig deep into the underground, and sometimes it doesn't hurt to mine the good, sweet popular streams. From the dubious edges of dub music to the surrogated patterns of house and techno, whenever a person is ready to disobey the premises of their old vinyl records, there exists a brave new world of music to delve into.

Suffice to say, autochthons music is the best greeting card for a certain people or place. Over the course of less than a year, I had the chance to extract audio pleasure from two bands hailing from Israel – the first being Tel-Aviv-based Rendezvous, a beautiful jazz ensemble that merges tradition with some innovative, risky steps in improvisation, and the second discovery is, of course, the trio for which these lines are being written.

Goldoolins is a musical trinity made up of O.D. Goldbart, Tadlik Doolin, and E.T. Doolin. Tadlik and E.T. are a married couple, O.D. is a pal, and their J.K. Rowling-esque name is a result of the contraction of their last names: Goldbart + Doolin = Goldoolin. This trio’s musical radar is capable of homing in on and incorporating major influences, both throughout the history of time and the spread of musical genres, two avenues that are not always dissociated from each other. Renaissance music comes to the fore as an immediate highlight, but the burlesque, baroque nuances also flow through songs like "The Man He Killed" or "Find Her", the latter deftly rubbing Cat Stevens’ G-spot at times.

The dizzying, colorful encounter that is "Country Traveler" exposes Songs of the Turly Crio's folk roots, and it has everything to make most Americana troubadours blush. For me, it’s like Joanna Newsom maintained an outer space chat with A Hawk and a Hacksaw, and decided to play a leading role in Emir Kusturica’s next flick, "Country Traveler" being part of the resulting score.

The album's best cut is, however, the only song fully sung in Hebrew, "Sheva Shanim", which translates as "seven years". I have the feeling I would like these Songs of the Turly Crio better had the record been fully delivered in their native idiom. "Bed of Wood" and "Song For Dodo" are pale partners in crime when opposed to my aforementioned loved one.

Goldbart and the Doolinses play all the instruments presented on Turly Crio themselves, with the exception of a brass section, a cello and a flute. The array of audio postcards is discharged from acoustic and classical guitars (including a "hollow-body guitar"), a piano, a harpsichord, an accordion, and a kalimba and percussion, but also from a zither, a glockenspiel, a mouth harp, a mandola, and an upright bass. The trio possess an obvious musical dexterity, technically speaking, and the prowess of the primary players extends to the guest appearances in the record, from the cellist to the trombonist, the oboist, the trumpeter, and the violinist. All around, the playing on Songs of the Turly Crio is solid.

Since their formation in 2004, the Goldoolins have been invited to play at festivals, as well as folk clubs, radio shows, and coffee houses (the perfect place to really deflower their essence), and their performances have grown inside them this second egg, the follow-up to their eponymous debut. But it’s not just about the music, it’s also about the extreme care put into the artwork – the cover shows the band photographed next to some medieval ruins –, and the way syllables are expelled from their mouths. The album's title is also great but a little obvious, kind of reminding me of (Smog)’s Dongs of Sevotion.

Although the peaks are high for Goldoolins, there are low points on this otherwise stainless release, notably the poultry’s lament that "Dusty" encloses: a drifting, saccharine-driven number that will erode the shiniest teeth on the planet; and, again, their tendency to write/sing in Shakespeare’s mother tongue. Nevertheless, Songs of the Turly Crio is so challenging, and fulfills almost every parameter of my music’s barometer, that I must start paying more attention to the Tel-Aviv connection, if there’s any, and its geographical branches (the Goldoolins hail from a place called Rehovot).

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04/02/2006

Hell Demonio - Greatest Hits

Robotradio Records



Rating: 7/10

This band is a joke. But luckily, it’s a good one. They kind of confirm my long held suspicion that the best musicians are those who don’t take themselves too seriously. Take Ween or The Butthole Surfers, for example. OK, maybe I shouldn’t go that far. But hey, it’s rock n’ roll and I like it, when played loud and vicariously. In a time when rock indeed feels locked into mainstream circuitry (Franz Ferdinand, Blood Brothers, etc.), Hell Demonio try to hammer round guitar riffs into square holes, and somehow they get them to work.

Punk rockers, with a tendency to accelerate the metal element in their music, still strike a nerve with me. And I know they shouldn’t, especially when my cup of tea goes way beyond the jazz/hip-hop/downtempo intersection. But from "Metal Maximizer" to "The Beamy Nihilistic Sword", this 15-minute EP adds a hell lot of confusion to the grotesque debacle which the rock scene has turned into. Coming from the unsuspected Verona, in Italy, Hell Demonio scratches the dirt off your fingernails by tossing out piercing guitar shards, here and there adorned with a resounding (and hilarious) cowbell.

Not the most appropriate record to sit crosslegged in the hoods with, Greatest Hits is nevertheless a heavyweight cluster that mixes haired riffage with a drum kit just as powerful (but not as inventive) as Dave Grohl’s. "Darwin and Me" is an ultra heavy cut whose sonic arteries seem to have hardened terminally, and put the ensemble next to others that have coloured my darkest days – notably The Black Halos, Vue, and even Mudhoney. Going through these songs is therefore like watching a dream whose plot takes you backwards to the time when your face used to be just itchy spots.

Numbers like "Reagans n’ Roses" or "Ass of Base" have anti-wrinkle benefits not to be dismissed, and represent a bizarre turn of events for someone whose over caffeinated mornings are the rule, not the exception. In fact, all these tracks rank high on the Impress Your Friends By Stealing An Old Lady front, but I wouldn’t go as far as hosting the canonisation of Hell Demonio as the next rock saviors.

Besides, I believe these guys (all named after the band name itself – Hello Demonio n.1 Guitar, … n.2 Bass, … n.3 Voice, … n.4 Drums, and … n.5 Black Beauty Cowbell) are the sort of people who cared not a jot that their musical source dried out tomorrow. And you’ve got to love the decompressed element to their sound! It’s so difficult to sound simple, but they end up doing just that. I respect it.

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16/01/2006

Mat Maneri - Pentagon

Thirsty Ear



Rating: 10/10

This is Mat Maneri’s third Blue Series installment, and comes as Easter eggs around Christmas time. Not one to sit idle for long, Maneri has a fine treat for all lovers of jazz impressionism. His violin playing is mesmerizing, and his attention to detail is so anti-scholastic that it arranges room for others to sit and learn. Shuffling through the entire album, one must note the sweeping, bruised grace of Maneri’s vault-scrappings on “Inslut”, which makes up one of the very best offerings of recent memory in the jazz/hip-hop intersection.

There is no filler to be found on Pentagon, and it is safe to say that a year or two from now it will remain a classic in its own right. It does reveal cracks at its edges, though, notably on disassembled gems like “Third Hand – The Fallen”, but little imperfections were never supposed to blunt the core of creativity. From the blurring landscape that the aforementioned track triggers, to the earthy laments of “Howl in My Head/Motherless Child”, Maneri proves to be the wizard that astutely augments the flutter on the tape to make it pass through the portals of escapism that his music forces open.

Cuts like “Witches Woo” should be played at an insanely high volume, so as to allow its instrumental howls to blossom, neatly interchanged with the microtonal strings. This record also features Thirsty Ear veterans Craig Taborn (on Fender Rhodes and laptop) and Tom Rainey (on drums) alongside Mat’s world-renowned father, Joe Maneri (organs, acoustic and electric pianos, alto sax, and voice). But it is Indian master musician T.K. Ramakrishnan’s mridungdum (aka mridangam, which is the South Indian complement to the pakhawaj and the most important drum of the Carnatic music) that sprinkles the jazzy numbers with magic, percussive garnish.

Stating that Maneri’s violin at times resembles “a human voice”, as the press release does, is not overheating the hype to make the musician profitable in the industry; it’s underlining the provocative style of someone who feels his heart beat mightily where his fingers are. In this sense, there’s a theoretical shamanism going on throughout the record (even if it includes abstract titles like “The War Room” or “An Angel Passes By”), which almost builds an electronic chapel in which tribute can be paid to its pagan gods.

A female, pristine-like voice (credited to Sonja, another member of the Maneri clan) erupts on “Howl in My Head/Motherless Child”, but its presence is merely decorative as the instruments executed here are like syllables tossed out of their collective mouths. Later on, the title track brings back that human touch through Joe’s voice, pasted onto a background of percussive, surreal effects.

Please mind my words: these are not party-tested beats, but rather a suitable compagnon de route for those times when you’re driving late at night; or when you’re smoking the post-coital cigarette with your loved one. Maybe you’ll find a handful of records this year that rival Pentagon in those departments, but few provide as convincing an argument as Maneri's offering, for either instance.

Pentagon is a tour de force, and I do not state lightly that the contemporary jazz history may require complete redrafting in light of it. It may be just me, but this sounds like the jazz intellectual’s next wet dream; and if this is not a good reason for the books to be rewritten, I don’t know what it is.

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10/01/2006

Various Artists - Choubi Choubi! Folk & Pop Sounds From Iraq

Sublime Frequencies



Rating: 9/10

World music from a specific country is like a river running through the alluvial floodplain of the communal fruition of cultural forms. The Sublime Frequencies label has been collecting sights and sounds from around the world with the intent of shedding some light on the unknown cultural works from non-Western countries. Without proper recordings, these forms of art, culture and tradition have a rather unfortunate tendency to disappear. Fortunately, Sublime Frequencies have taken up the cause with their catalogue of field recordings, found sounds, and all other means of capturing the essence of a people or a region. Compiled by Mark Gergis, this collection of folk and pop songs from Iraq is a notable one, especially in the face of Iraq's impending Westernization and national reform.

First off, let’s clarify the concept that the title encloses: choubi is an Iraqi musical style which puts an incantatory rhythm at the forefront of the musical mantra, and which sometimes includes double reeded instruments, a menacing bass, tribal percussion, disarranged keyboards, and even fiddles and oud (this being an instrument of northern Africa and southwest Asia that resembles a lute).

According to Sublime Frequencies, other traditional styles augmenting the reach of choubi's signature beat are the basta (an urban style from Baghdad), the bezikh (there’s even a song called "Segue Bezikh"), the hecha, and the mawal ("a vocal improv that sets the tone of a song, regardless of the style"). And there’s also the syncopated work of a unique nomadic hand drum called a khishba, or zanbour, which is the Arabic word for "wasp".

Three of the 16 cuts on Choubi Choubi! are taken from Ja’afar Hassan’s 1970s album Let’s Sing Together, and those are without doubt the most menacing tracks in the record, although they perfectly glue together with the rest. The important thing is that you can tell whenever Hassan is singing, be it the notable opener "They Taught Me," the in-your-face "Front My Hope," or the beautiful "Palestinian", which resonates with the energy of the Iraqi Socialist movement, which Ja’afar Hassan was very active with until the arrival, just a few years later, of Saddam Hussein.

Some of these songs are not credited to any specific author. One half of the record is indeed of unknown origin, which adds a mysticism to the whole endeavor. Being relegated to anonymity, cuts like "Oh Mother, the Handsome Man Tortures Me" or "Ahl Al Aqi (Oh, People of Reason)" acquire a fascinating state that elicits concern for the singer's plight from collective being. The interesting thing about this release, besides its obvious autochthonous importance, is the politically informed core of every song. Most of the music collected here was produced during the Saddam period, i.e. between 1980s and 2002.

Selected from Iraqi cassettes and LPs found in Syria, Europe and even the Iraqi neighbourhoods of Detroit, Michigan, Choubi Choubi! is a traditional journey through a little fraction of the Arabic world, which utilizes the political subtext to sow a message in the listener’s head. Never mind the arcane film scores of the video games that squeeze their guts so hard to sound authentic, for this is the real deal. Sure a misinformed neighbour of yours may mistake you for a terrorist whenever the record is pumping, but that’s the price you’ll have to pay.

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08/01/2006

Last Night a DJ Saved My Life : #1

7-8 Janeiro 2006 (00-01h)

01 Lotek HiFi – What You See
02 DJ Flack – Meet Mr Doobie
03 Massive Attack – Man Next Door
04 Thievery Corporation – Lebanese Blonde
05 Evolver – The Proper Word
06 M.I.A. – Bucky Done Gun
07 Anita O'Day – Sing, Sing, Sing (RSL Remix)
08 Heather Duby & Elemental – Love You More
09 Bent – I Love My Man
10 DJ Osirus & Mr. Dibbs – Listen
11 Snowpony – Starfish (Dub Version)
12 Rhythm & Sound – See Mi Version