Booking now for Glastonbury

I thought with the controversy over the selection of Jay-Z to headline Glastonbury, RR and its spillers (Spleaders Recommend?) – being the chairty-minded sorts that we are – ought to help the old farmer with his musical harvest and suggest a band or two.
I’ll nominate Gaslight Anthem’cause they are in the Glastonbury traditional of being guitar-based, because they are a terrific band with good songs, and because they’d rock the place.

Fab song from fab, fab, fab new album

I’m sure there’s lots of you out there who for years have been wondering ”I wonder how great Springsteen would be if Joe Strummer was in the E Street Band.” Well it probably would sound something like this: The Backseat from Gaslight Anthem’s terrific (and I mean terrific) new album The 59 Sound.

Gifts From The Internet

Here’s two things the internet has given me this evening:
1. This website, if you like the above picture – it’s well worth a butcher’s
2. This song, which is from El Guincho’s side project Coconot, and is a nice bit of troplicanimalcollectivia – found on the internet’s second best music blog gorrilavsbear

Conservad El Rayo by Coconot

For the last time, HAL, my name’s not Dave!

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Initially all sorts of individual lyrics sprang to mind – Louis Bertignac’s broken coffee maker in Ces Idées-là, eh fp?! But as the list expanded and expanded, it fast became too big to consider ‘Spilling, even when it includes such favourites as Shack’s Time Machine, HMHB’s Dukla Prague Away Kit, and Natural Life’s Strange World (“Weird piece of machinery, built for making holes in me, oo-ooh … shotgun”). So in a typically contrary U-turn, I then tried self-imposing a Dorian-tight set of parameters, namely if the whole song isn’t actually ABOUT the machine, it ain’t comin’ in! […so I can bin Drive-By Truckers’ The Day John Henry Died, can I DsD? – Ed.]

Obviously I could exclude songs others have beaten me to, but I offer my ‘Spilldonds to the likes of BFB’s Song Against Robots, and – naturally – Tackhead’s Fix The Machine.

But then I started arguing with myself about whether any given tune was a good-enough fit. Ugh.

So eventually, I just thought … “Oh sod it, just pick some songs I like that may not have been thought of over on RR and post ‘em here.

That’s Black Sabbath’s Iron Man above – I’ll be gobsmacked if that HASN’T been mentioned over yonder.

But now here’s some much less threatening (and almost certainly WA-A-A-AY off-topic) machinery:

Fun Lovin’ Criminals – Minibar Blues
Montrose – Space Station No.5
Morcheeba – Tape Loop
Cocteau Twins – The Spangle Maker
Codeine – Cigarette Machine
iLiKETRAiNS – SWiNGBRiDGE

And this last one is my quizzer for the week: a point each for artist and title, two bonus points for the vocalist:

R…eally? W…ell I never!

I’m unlikely to get much opportunity to post/comment this week, so have a good’un everyone, and let’s see if I can get Snadfrod drunk enough on Thursday night to let me photograph his beard – sorry – The Beard in all its glory!

Did you know that a Steenbeck is a machine?

John Henry
John Henry
John Henry
John Henry
Ring ring RIng Ha Ha Hey–De La Soul
Flutey Ring ring ring remix
Paranoid Android–Easy Star All Stars
Fitter Happier–Easy Star All Stars
The Way You Move–Big Boi
Synthesizer–Outkast ft. George Clinton
Synthetic Substitution–Melvin Bliss
22nd Century–Nina Simone
Daydreaming–Lupe Fiasco

My ever-expanding ‘Spill list continues…
All Pete Rock…(all the time)
Tru Master
The Best Secret
#1 Soul Brother (My pick as best for this subject)
Don’t Be Mad

And Jean Redpath…
Tae the Weavers

Self-winding


The child, hanging from his father’s hands, now saw again the bright star Sirius. It seemed to fly onwards, keeping pace beside them through the distant sky. As before, the child found its light a comfort. His good-luck coin clinked against his drum, and now he felt luckier than ever before. “Maybe we shan’t always be helpless, Papa,” he said. “Maybe we’ll be self-winding someday.”

“Maybe,” said his father.

The Mouse and His Child by Russell Hoban is one of my favourite books, and every time I recommend it to someone I feel a teeny bit jealous, because they’ll be reading it for the first time, and I can’t ever experience that again. Anyone else feel like that about a book?

The Jute Mill Song, by June Tabor
Somebody Bring Me a Flower, I’m a Robot, by Kev Russell
Jackie’s Train, by Mary Gauthier

My name’s really – ‘Ellier’ – a night at the Ososphere

All this talk of machines and robots sent me down to road to check out our local electronic music festival – The Ososphere - last night. The main reason for the outing was to see Sébastien Tellier play his set. Ejay will remember that I was outraged when France announced that Tellier would represent them at Eurovision. “You can’t do that! He’s GOOD!!” I raged. Indeed, Tellier has been critically successful since 2001 and his album ‘Sexuality’, released this year, was a collaboration with Daft Punk’s Guy-Manuel de Homem Christo. I needn’t have worried, though. His song, ‘Divine’, finished 18th out of 25 songs with “quarente-sept points”.

His music has developed from using traditional instruments to pure and unapologetic synth-pop. This is the big brother of Air and a close cousin of Daft Punk. However, he is not averse to sitting down at the baby grand and giving us a burst of the orchestral and melancholic ‘la Ritornelle’ which was one of his earliest successes in 2004. Moving from some very competent guitar work, he played through the sensual synth swathes of ‘Sexuality’ which dominated my MP3 player on the beaches of Arcachon this summer. If you listen to ‘Roche’ you’ll hear why…

Découvrez Sébastien Tellier!

Physically, Tellier is one big contradiction. He is, as my dear father would put it, “built like a brick shit house”. Frequent comparisons with rugby player Sébastien Chabal are entirely merited. The look is resolutely hirsute with an unkempt beard and straggly locks covering most of his face. And an outsized pair of 80s shades just to cover up the rest for good measure. What is he hiding? And yet the masculine shagginess is offset by a breathy, almost feminine vocal style and a bright puce V-necked pullover. I’m talking serious pink here. At one point he whipped off the shades and I got a glimpse of the beauty beneath. Under those layers, I suspect, lies a seriously handsome face and I actually think that someone should play him with a couple of excellent bottles of Bordeaux and shave the whole lot off. I’d willingly contribute a smart sweater. Not a ‘Cosby sweater’. Or lend him my E2-E4 black T-shirt which is the coolest item in my wardrobe.

But he wouldn’t be Sébastien Tellier then, would he?

And since I got side-tracked on fashion issues, the question to go: Coolest, most prized item in your wardrobe….?

Happy 1000 everyone!!!

Blimpy’s Top Five Bits From The ‘Spill Archives:

9 months, 1000 posts, 7853 comments, 4000 individual readers per month, here’s some of the things i liked: 

1. Nilpferd’s history of dondling, just fab! I still like to read it from time to time. There’s a link on the sidebar, if you’ve never read it. Someone call the dictionary folks!! 

2. From the post. “Well, this is a bit of alright…..

Nice place you’ve got here, Blimpy. Love what you’ve done with the colours etc. I dont have much to add now other than this, i’m drunk and i’m listening to Tindersticks.

I apologise for the quality of this postage in advance

fourfoot

3. From the post “Never Gonna Happen”

mr dna said…


Readers recommend: songs about soil

4. Abahachi’s podcast, which I have listened to many times. DO ANOTHER ONE!! PLEASE! 

5. Anonymous has left a new comment on your post “The best slightly leftfield pop gem of the year (s…“: 

ha \you don’t even no how 2 do a torrents -u r stupid loosers!

6. actually, i didn’t really have time to go through all the 1000 posts to find my fave bits, so this post doesn’t really do justice to things. maybe you guys can weigh in with your best bits – like the time the blog turned green, or maybe the duck obsession from April, or the ongoing monster development, or the run-in with websherrif, or the fab quizzles, or maybe the fact that everyone here is funny and interesting and just plain lovely. 

Friends, thank you for making The ‘Spill what it is, it means a lot to me. 

Here’s to the next 1000 posts!!! Cheers!  hic….

Stereo by Pavement

We’re Computerizing and We Just Don’t Need You Anymore

The Girl with the pre-fabricated heart- The Real Tuesday Weld and Cibelle

DJ Format-Rap Machine
Homelife-Fruit Machine
Electric President-Good morning hypocrite
TV on the Radio- Satellite
UNKLE- Persons & Machinery
BT & The Roots- Tao of the Machine
Saul Williams- Gunshots by Computer
Burial- Ghost Hardware
American Anolog Set- We’re Computerizing and We Just Don’t Need You Anymore

Out of control-alt-delete

And for the non-robots list…
Mogwai have a mellow moment, Jim Noir’s computer is – you suspect – a bit like his relationships, The Shortwave Set aren’t dedicating track three to the Guardian techies, Princess Superstar has a machine that can make her into anything she wants to be (perhaps) and, to close, The Shortwave Set (again) bring us an artificial sun.

Manual Overdrive

Some machines with a human heart:

1] Not the Scooter remix, not the Lee Perry track of the same name, just the ‘toon theme. Thanks to Penny for rescuing this from the vaults in the nick of time.

2] Anna Lockwood – Breathing Machine. Nebuliser soul.

3] Slim Gaillard – Cement Mixer. Any takers for a debate as to whether Slim Gaillard is the most genial presence in the history of popular music? Whatever, he gets my vout.

4] Rahsaan Roland Kirk – Multi-Horn Medley: Satin Doll/Lover. Not one for this week’s theme but, short of a one-man band and without a plug involved, this has got to be one of the great musical contraptions. Not just the three-horn set-up, including instruments which didn’t exist until their sound was dreamt up by Kirk, but the wind turbine of circular breathing that was the man himself.

5] “It was a dodgy Transformer again and again…a dodgy Transformer that cost £3.10.”

This Is NOT An Automated Response …

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I just wanted to post this tonight for three reasons:

1. It fits this week’s RR, from which I shall continue to be absent as both my machines and my blood pressure still hate it.

2. It’s a response / thank you for the Mogwai vs. Fuck Buttons tune. This should appeal to those who liked that.

3. Because the song title says it all to my neighbour, whose son has called this evening to say that his dad is in Intensive Care at Straub Hospital in Honolulu, following a heart attack and subsequent emergency bypass operation on what was supposed to be the last day of his holiday.

HANG IN THERE, COLIN !

:o(

Matthew Ryan – Emergency Room Machines Say “BREATHE!”

Papa Sanes Sing Song Session

Derek Griffiths- Bod
Kira Whiley- caterpillar caterpillar
Saint Etienne- Excitation
Four Tet-Princess Watermelon Go GO Ninja Dinosaur
Crackpot- Tippy tippy Toe
David Byrne- Tiny Apocalypse
The Barcelona Pavilion- Tidy up
Jim Noir- I’m Me I’m Your
Kimya Dawson/They Might be Giants- bedx5
The Jazz Butcher- Mind Like A Playgroup