
The next time you're stuck in limbo between the morning after last night's party and the evening before work, I suggest you spend it listening to the new Mondkopf album. We've been fortunate enough this year to be spoiled for choice by the sheer amount of albums that have really hit our soft spots. Oooffff. And just recently we're still overdosing on the treats offered by such bands like HEALTH and The XX, so "Galaxy Of Nowhere" only aids our addiction to the current high standards of new music. This reworking of Villeneuve, a Parisian electronica group, joins the rad league of remixes from Discodeine and Puzique where in a space of a few minutes we get to hear all the elements that make Mondkopf's album so special. Perhaps nearly as special as discovering a whole new world built on the findings of the Kama Sutra. Nearly.
We running this let's go, I'm on a boat I'm on a boat, everybody look at me, 'cause I'm sailing on a boat. That's what I would be singing if I was actually on a boat. Instead we're sat by the quayside eating jacket potatoes and talking about how modern day pirates aren't quite as badass as their classic treasure hunting counterparts. Seriously, tracksuit bottoms and an AK47 just doesn't put the same excitement in our boots. Okay the rocket launcher strapped to the back of that mischievous Somalian is pretty monstrous but we miss the eye patch and cannonball days. So whilst we tuck into our dinner and discuss the demise of the pirate image, we're listening to new Diplo pon de remix. By reworking As Tall As Lions it's another attempt at genre blurring and in true Thomas Wesley Pentz style, it does what it says on the tin. Perhaps nothing more nothing less but it serves the purpose of providing entertainment during our evening shenanigans.
The morning after HEALTH and Gold Panda at The Lexington was always going to be written as a paradoxical mess. On one hand my head is still pounding to last night's decibels in serious need of some TLC and yet, that doesn't seem to bother me one bit since both acts were on another level only you and me can dream of reaching. So I unwillingly got out of bed at half 9 to meet my gig partners in crime for breakfast (eggs benedict miam miam) at 10 and of course, I'd be rushing around half naked looking for keys just to get there on time. See if it was my usual routine I'd be getting dressed in a nonchalant manner and waltzing over a few minutes early, but I just couldn't help checking my emails first, and low and behold there were two new messages from Canadian ravers NROTB. Inevitably everything else had to be put on hold because really I'm an impatient bugger addicted to Ed & Pat's huuuge sound. And I tell you what, it was well worth running about like a madman for since every remix and production just seems to get bigger each time. Seriously it may not help your HEALTH induced headaches, but they're likely to set you off on your day as if you're about to start a 24/7 party world tour. Play it loud.
The past two glorious days I have been kicking back, been lazy and enjoyed peoples company. Normally with nothing to worry about or do I try to become a human blogging machine, but nothing really exciting has come though and I’m not much of a blogging machine anyway...
Now it's not often I say this but stop worrying about swine flu and shit electro music (if this doesn't apply please ignore) because I seriously urge you all to download these tracks. See it's Sound Pellegrino's fault as to why we are all addicted to this new blend of carnival tech and now we need to keep feeding our habit, right? Hailing from Lille, via an escape from the Madagascan jungle, is the exciting new producer Myd who shows us why we're going crazy for an afrobeat and a kuduro inspired gathering. This guy is legit for real so I suggest you keep his name on the end of your lips, despite not knowing where they've been. Although if they haven't met mine first, we got issues.
One thing that excites us more than a scantily clad stripper bursting out of our birthday cake, is the Joakim factor. Yes this guy has the magic fingers that touches all of our buttons. It's crazy. We just want to marry his creativity, or at least flirt with the ideas behind his experiments, and it leaves us with no choice but to build a brain intruding machine out of springs and lollipops. Why hasn't this been invented yet? We've got plenty of mind cogs to analyse and leftfield music to investigate. In fact if we could choose a group of people to join us on our ridiculous adventure, it would be UK pop glitchers Metronomy. They'd be like the nerdy expertees on the team who'd break down the Joakim formula for understanding. Are we onto a winner? Hell, now I know what we should have used our birthday wish on.
Over the past few months I've resigned to defeat that even after all the 70s porn jokes and sex on the moon talk, I'll never be able to make disco sexy. Although I haven't given up hope yet because these two girls, Vanessa Giovacchini and Marylouise Pels, from LA look to be completing that challenge for me. Fresh from the Summer Sonic Festival in Japan, POSSO The DJ, are fronting the disco army fighting to get you off your seats and into a moonwalk. I mean playing the official after party for Phoenix and DJing alongside the likes of Aeroplane, Classixx and The Juan Maclean, shows you that these girls really do mean business. For real. Now I know I don't usually post mixes but with mine currently in hibernation, I figured this here is what it would have sounded like anyway. And you know what? I reckon I'm going to put my disco pants on and join their army ASAP, it's that damn good. Rad.
Photo: Leanne Surfleet
Okay what a week I've just had with too many questions I don't have answers for. I'd like to know why my suitcase is less full than when we first arrived? Why I now have grazes all down my right arm? And why I can order a 'Screaming Orgasm' in Portuguese? Seriously had so much fun, fucking love Brazil. Shout outs to the brother and sister who spotted the Funkism pin on my bag and treated me like a celebrity. Surreal as. This post can be dedicated to you guys whoever you are! So I find myself a week behind the times and using these next two hours to have a solid catch up on next months music, if that is some kind of paradox you can work your head around. Really can't wait to hear this Renaissance Man mix, bet it's wild. Although this is something I tried to get up on holiday but found myself glued to the beach instead- the radio edit of the new Joe And Will Ask? track. It's pretty much the most addictive thing you can hear right now; short and sweet, but with just enough dirt underneath the baby face to really get things heated. Sort of like if Winona Ryder was all coked up grinding your right thigh, you'd feel guilty but it's not going to stop you anyway is it.
Sorry guys for the lack of activity but I'm in Rio, and quite frankly I have no motivation to leave the beach. I do, however, get ten minutes while I'm waiting for my friends to get ready to get some treats up for you. Now I hate merging a load of tracks into one post but I'm going to have to make an exception since I'm on a time constraint. These are some of the best tracks that hit my mail over the last fews days and we ran a test with our hotel maids to filter which ones we should post. Francesca was grindin' our bed side lamp at one point. Naughty Fran, some things I just can't unsee.
Okay I'm afraid I'm going to have to make this a quick one since the time fairies have been furiously stealing my hours, minutes and seconds away from me. I'm beginning to think it's karma biting back at me for being naughty? But then again I thought I created a equilibrium with the good things I've done like sharing songs? INJUSTICE. But whatever karma, we've fallen out. So if you like Skream, grime and big vocals check this remix out of "Salt Air" by Plastician, a resident of Rinse. Or maybe you like Zombie Disco Squad, tribal beats and Sound Pellegrino? The perhaps this Solo remix of Maps is the one for you. So if you've taken a heart to either one of these tracks, please write a letter to karma saying how good I have been and to get me off the hook. I want an apology karma, nothing less or we ain't speaking. Please send your peacemaker in the form of a beautiful Mrs Funkism to be and we'll talk. Promise.
It’s now August, you know what that means? Summer is starting to come to a close, party funds are reaching a scary zero and the only person happy about it is Mr. Liver. We are here to help you chill out and bring you back down from that summer high with a few feel good song, at funkism we don't know what comedowns are. This is the type of feel good memory lashing music you are going to hear in the background of the BBC highlight reels of summer ’09.
This comes as a means to an end. The necessity being your appetite for hearing a well anticipated remix and its appearance as an exclusive on the Mad Decent website was all the proof I needed to see that it's okay to get this one out there. So sure with something this good there's always going to be a catch, that being the highest you'll get is a half juicy one six zero. I'm surprised really that James and Phantasy have been so generous since I'd expected the digital release to be hotcakes. Still that shouldn't stop you from getting the full fat three twenty on Beatport right? And L-Vis 1990 isn't the only architect working his art on this single remember? Hell if you're one of the right people who think this remix is aces, you're going to overdose. Then I suppose you're going to want me to send over some adrenaline fairies to wake you up from your bass induced coma? If my coffee ends up going cold there'll be trouble.
Before I pass out from an overdose of Field Day I've got just enough time to post my top ten tracks as of today. It's basically a small amalgamation of all our favourite sounds hand picked for the Autumn harvest, that's if indeed we can start to call an end to the summer? The menu's more beat specific this time with a hint of techno. WARNING: MAY CONTAIN NUTS.
Stuck somewhere in limbo between The Horrors and Mumford & Sons, we take two minutes out for the girls to have a wee break. Victoria Park is soaked, almost drowning, despite our best singing efforts to call for some sun: "Rain rain go away, come back when it's not Field Day". We pleaded to Fake Blood to smuggle back some Ibeeefa weather upon his arrival but alas, all we could hope for was to keep dry in the tent he was playing in. So the girls came back out all gung-ho to fight for our precious umbrellas. I hogged I admit, but these shields from Mother Nature's aftermath of her divorce had kept us dry during the entire Horrors set. Whilst admiring the endeavour of this couple trying to avoid the muddy pitfalls, Katy ran over to swipe the umbrella I was holding. Now she underestimated that I used to be a lightning quick winger in my footballing days and fed my evasion by (gracefully I should add) falling into a evil looking puddle. She could have very easily cried at the moment. But she didn't. In fact she starting laughing and joked "maybe people will avoid me and we'll get straight to the front for Mumford & Sons". I mean for me that's what truly summed up Field Day; that despite the downpour, people kept their spirits high and battled on to watch all the talented acts on show. And that was exactly the case. We got to see Errors, Delphic, Aeroplane, Micachu & The Shapes, The Horrors, Mumford & Sons, Drums Of Death, Erol Alkan, Skream, Mogwai and the Mystery Jets. Hell we were spoiled for choice. I wish I took more videos for you all but here are some of the action courtesy of BazzyB. Keep an eye on the Aeroplane video in particular, it's WAVES. Probably aptly named to be honest.


There are two reasons why you should be smiling today: one being August 2nd is the day of friendship and the other being this track from South Carolina's Washed Out. The first should be in fact a cause as to why you have a smile on your face 356 days a year 7 days a week but Ernest Greene's experiments into progressive synths is a proposition for an extra special glow in mood. Perhaps Washed Out hasn't seen that much blog inches in recent times but we ought to make that change. Shall we? Should we? Well yea spread the word and whore this name about because the hype is something he thoroughly deserves. I mean, touted as the new Memory Cassette, Neon Indian, jj and Javelin? Hell fucking yes I'm licking my lips at the prospect of future material. Truly. I won't say much more because I don't want to keep babbling, slash repeating vacantly, about how good this guy is. Buy the EP and I'll hug the life out of you. That's a promise.