The world that seems to be going madder as each day goes by. Watching the news is an exercise in seeing how low one's jaw can drop before spluttering 'whatthefuck whatthefuckingfuck didhejustsay?' One day we'll look back and laugh.
Death In Vegas released an album last year, Transmission, a record that fused minimal techno with the late 70s and early 80s synths, industrial ambient, and the breathy vocals of Sasha Grey. It is an intense, nocturnal, somewhat freaked out collection of songs, that throb and drone and pulse. It draws you in. It is very self contained. This one is especially trippy.
You Disco I Freak
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One day we'll look back and laugh - if any of us are still here by then.
It's enough to drive you to drink.
A very very good album but you need to be wary of the pressing of the first side of vinyl
The infantile narcissism of President Trump continues to amaze me. He managed at every move this first week to make anything and everything he did about himself.
I have to take some time and listen to Transmission.
Today I was buoyed by the fact that my man Rafa Nadal made his way into the finals of the Aussie Open with Roger Federer. So no amount of Washington DC tomfoolery will bother me today.
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