Hello reader. This is the first of several posts about the different stages at London Remixed Festival '13 and, more importantly, the artists making them shake.
There is lots and lots of detail on the main site, but we thought we'd give you links to our favourite tunes by each artist (wherever possible) and the views of some of those workin' at LRF '13 hq; which is on Davy Jones's mistress's ship, business barge JUDITH.
There is a lot going on, see full monster line-up here, so it's difficult to know where to start...
..buuuuttt, it's COLD tonight. Some of you, might even be shivering. Who else shivers?? Pirates me' hearties. Where do pirates hang out? At the good ship POLKA TENT...let's start there then...
....hosted in the theatre space at RichMix by...
the indelibly red n white, bee lady of the night
with a musical sting stingier than a nettle M I S S P E N N Y METAL.
//Seas of mirth
see what happens to pirates when they're based in the east midlands, away from water, and in the east midlands. belly-slapping, gun-totingish party folk.
The Mayor of Matlock has called them "OK" and what more of a ringing endorsement could I possibly hope to give them.
listen to this.
//Gentle Mystics
signed to a proper independent london-based label Emerging Species, gentle mystics whip mutant forms of their many influences into something old and new, scary and fearless, uncomfortable and banging, resisting,
and resisting triteness, anti-maudlinists and - an unpredictable smorgup of electronic, dub, brass, psychee poetically wotsits, wotknots and wothops. Stillness cracked up and off, the music squirms, and you'll writhe.
Mayor of Matlock* says, "Are they squatters? Get them off. Away. Now!"
here they are on the Boomtown Fair 2013 main-stage. I want to hear mushroom 3000 live please.
//Tantz
Tantz = klezmer for dance ;-)
//Maniere des Bohemiens
gripping a drenched shoulder, you're not sure if it's wet with beer, sweat or both, you're beer flies out of its inadequate vessel, it arcs onto the furiously playing violinist's nose, he looks at you, time stops, you cower aaaaaaaaaaaand then he plays furiouslier, your beer sails off upwards again, joins more beer a few feet above you and turns into a shower. you look at your hands, you are a prune. what shall we do with the drunken sailor. make him dance and drink more.
Mayor of Matlock says, "I hope they'll clean up after themselves."
//Ghetto Plotz
cartoon klezmer electro hip hop. stamford hill. midday, blazing heat, again. it's hot in the shtetl. air-conditioning units shuddered to haltz 3 months ago. ongepotchket crowds have gathered on every street corner, children fight for shade under the elders' hats, boychicks, heavy from gold, drink from brown paper bags. the shout of ay-yay-yay goes up, the ghettoblaster clicks on another driving tune. women, boychicks, girlchicks, men and dogs roll around on the floor, laughing and/or dancing, in a seamless seemingly endless loop. women, boychicks, girlchicks men... seemingly endless loop.
a man presses pause on the ghetto blaster "stop, stop it. stop it else I'll explode." his hand is brushed aside. press play. the rolling continues. the man explodes. this is the ghetto, we're all about to plotz!
Alter cocker Matlock says, "Oy vey".
*Mayor of Matlock is now a fictional character. All hail Mayor of Matlock. Thanks for joining us and giving us your opines.
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