Robyn Dropped New Remixes With The Black Madonna And Harry Romero

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Robyn’s previously-announced remix series, RMX / RBN, continues with two new selections. The Black Madonna added the remix treatment to “Indestructible,” and Harry Romero took on “Love Kills.” Both tracks appeared on Robyn’s 2010 album Body Talk. Previous remixers for the RMX / RBN series include Axel Bowman and The Mekanism.

The singer will drop two new remixes every Friday. Upcoming remixers include Cassius, Zhala & Heal the World, Joakim and Mr Tophat.

Listen to the complete set of remixes below.

Massive Attack Respond To Brexit With A Rare Performance Of 'Eurochild'

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During a headlining set at the 2016 British Summer Time festival, Massive Attack called attention to the recent Brexit referendum vote with a rare performance of their track, “Eurochild.” The group performed the song, from their 1994 album Protection, for the first time in 20 years.

“As sons of immigrants, we are both very disappointed with the situation,” band member Robert Del Naja said, according to The Independent. “We can’t allow ourselves to fall victim to the populist bulls— going on at the moment. We can’t let the bigots and racists back into this situation.”

In addition to the heartfelt message, the group also displayed messages with political motifs, including “We’re in this together” and #WithRefugees.

Tricky also joined the group on stage for the performance. The musician and producer, who was an early collaborator with the group, had only performed live once before with Massive Attack.

Listen to “Eurochild” below.

What It's Like To Watch Live Sex While Tripping On Acid

Photo courtesy of Eric Strom.

Eric Strom is a photographer best known for his GlitterGuts photo booth, which captures parties big and small with photo backdrops nearly as eclectic as the partygoers. Strom also works as a party promoter and organizer, co-curating Bump & Grindcore, a monthly “r&b sex jams dance party” taking place at Chicago’s Beauty Bar.

For the latest edition of our clubbing horror stories series, Strom shares the pitfalls of taking acid while on the job.

I was a year out of art school and hadn’t touched my camera in months. I worked as an office temp by day, and a DJ by night. One night, I carried two crates of records down the stairs of a polished bar to its gritty, unfinished basement. It was weird spot, nestled right between Chicago’s Boystown neighborhood (read: super-hunks in jockstraps and eight-feet tall divas dancing in windows) and Wrigleyville neighborhood (read: an open-air containment center where Cubs fans can commit petty crime against one another without consequence). For half of the week, this bar features Latin dance and karaoke; for the other half, it’s all goth, industrial, and noise.

A dominatrix who knew the bar’s owner through goth nights and knew me through a bike club asked if I wanted to DJ between acts at a fundraiser. All the performing actspunk rock clowns, genderfuck burlesque, a radical anarchist grindcore band, a noise wizardhailed from either the punk house where she lived or the dungeon where she worked. The theme was Prohibition, and everyone arrived in their own kind of dressed up: leather and lace or ball gowns and ball gags.

Because it was a “friend gig” and not a “money gig,” everyone wanted to take care of me. I received a bottomless glass of wine and tabs of acid on arrival. I impulsively gobbled them down. Tonight’s gonna be an adventure, I promised myself. You’ve earned it.

I set up and started playing. The regular stages of a mild acid trip played out: I wondered if I’d taken a dud; I was a little relieved it was a dud; I was sweating through my clothes because it definitely was not a dud. I saw color trails and had a completely mundane existential crisis. I felt like I would be able to remain in control as long as I had a job to do: lift the needle up, put the record down, find my song, and repeat until the next act was ready.

The night started off typical. There was a striptease and lap dances for charity. The band’s song titles were longer than the songs themselves, and the performers relished announcing them. A skinny clown with a pink mohawk did the alternative circus geek thing with machetes, skin stretching and piercing, and utilizing chains and power tools. A woman in a corset and a top hat walked out with a large wine glass. She ended up auctioning off a glass of her own piss, culminating in her squatting down and filling the glass. A suited man sniffed the glass, swished it in his mouth and downed it like a connoisseur. And l thought my wine was too warm.

My friends’ burlesque troupe was set to perform that night. I didn’t know what to expect. Sometimes they’d be what you’d expect from a regular punk burlesque troupe: bawdy Vaudeville and classy tease, albeit rough around the edges and transgressive in a John Waters way (present-day John Waters that is, where he’s a national treasure, like Betty White). Other times they’re art school x1000, with esoteric chanting and robes and nods to Jodorowski and Kenneth Anger.

What I didn’t expect was a naked avant-garde “sex show” featuring all of my closest friends.

This is where it was too much for me and my acid brain. Not the fucking so much as the acting. I felt like I was back in high school theater. Everyone was so nervous, so emotional, so petty, and it was all I could see and hear.

“I hope everyone recognizes my hard work.”

“Do they think she’s prettier than me?”

“I can’t believe I’m being upstaged!”

“Maybe if you showed up to practice, you wouldn’t miss your fucking cue.”

The show ended with one of the performers on a table in a hospital gown, “giving birth” to two others who emerged drenched in corn syrup blood with fake umbilical cords. She started to go down on the two while they made out and the Peaches song “Two Guys (For Every Girl)” played. The fake babies ripped off their umbilical cords and started dancing. First one, then three, then a dozen people rushed the “stage” and started grinding on each other and the naked performers. I couldn’t tell if this was supposed to happen, or if it was an unforeseen consequence. There was a lot of frenzied sex energy, a lot of grabby hands, and absolutely no stopping to ask for consent.

I looked at the stage manager, the least emotionally wrought but most frazzled member of the group throughout the performance. Stumbling for words with a fried brain, I asked, “Is everything that’s supposed to happen … happening?”

She wearily replied, “We’re 25 fucking minutes behind already, but I think the clowns and the other DJs can adjust.”

Later, I was glad to see my friend Nikola sitting at a table with an extra chair. He was maybe the only person at the bar who wouldn’t treat me any differently if he knew I was tripping. He probably greets children with a three-pump business handshake and addresses dogs by their surnames. Looking out over the now sparse crowd of people in various states of dress, I asked him, “Random night, huh?”

Nikola, who doesn’t fuck with small talk, said, “All life is so random, just a weird series of impulses that send you off against each other. So it all just comes down to the moment.”

It wasn’t not the deepest shit in the world, but it calmed me. I couldn’t force a peaceful, life-affirming psychedelic adventure just because it fit a box in my schedule. I couldn’t control the whims and needs and craziness of the world around me.

I guess that counts as a lesson learned, which was good, because usually I learn common sense lessons like, “Pace your drinking when you’re on diet pills” or “Don’t travel across state lines with guys named Crackhead and Joker because you think you have a shot with their sister.” The moral of this story was simply, “Taking acid at work might make work more difficult.”

The Best Things We Saw On The Dance Music Internet Last Week

Photo by Katie Laskowska.

1. Resident Pulse Orlando DJs remembered what Pulse meant to the city’s LGBT community

Before their headlining sets at THUMP’s fundraiser to benefit the victims of the Pulse shooting, DJ Infinite, DJ Simon2001, and DJ Flawlesswho performed the night of the shooting spoke with THUMP.

2. Romain Gavras’ new video for Jamie xx’s “Gosh”

The controversial director created a second video treatment for Jamie xx’s single, “Gosh,” off of his 2015 album, In Colour.

3. Squarepusher’s “Midi Sans Frontieres” remix project

In response to the Brexit referendum vote, Squarepusher created a global collaborative remix project to unite creators everywhere.

4. Aphex Twin’s new EP

The new EP drops July 8, but is available for pre-order and streaming at Bleep.

5. This new video for DJ Koze’s remix of Mano Le Tough’s “Energy Flow”

The prolific producer and DJ added his special touch for this “Miles and More” remix and the haunting video matches the track’s eerie atmospherics. The video premiered on THUMP Thursday.

6. A play about the secret history of Detroit Techno from Omar S’ sister

THUMP’s Features Editor Michelle Lhooq watched the production and spoke with Robbie Taylor, the creator of the project.

7. Franois K’s list of his favorite “danceable and funky records”

Selections include tracks by Jermaine Jackson, the Pointer Sisters, Kraftwerk, Cymande, Can, Prince and Dm-Funk.

8. The 16 most creative totems at Electric Forest

Betty White, anyone?

9. Nicole Moudaber on Ibiza

The prolific DJ and producer reflected on her first experiences in Ibiza as well as the current state of the dance music paradise.

10. Bambounou’s new Upfront mix for Boiler Room

“This is my new mix,” he said. “I found some tracks without hi-hats that I love to play out and put them all together.” And as for that cover art? He created it too. “I was just having dinner and had some carrots,” he added about the cover.

Stream Aphex Twin's Cerebrally Funky New 'Cheetah' EP In Full

Release art courtesy of Warp Records

Beloved electronic experimentalist, Aphex Twin, premiered his forthcoming Cheetah EP yesterday on BBC Radio 6, blessing the airwaves with a fresh dose of his signature, cerebrally funky beats. The debut came just a little over an hour into a full two-hour special dedicated to his music hosted by station DJ Tom Robinson. You can hear the entire record now by heading to the BBC’s website and jumping to 01:00:10 of the archived episode.

Back in 2014, Richard D. James announced his comeback LP Syro with blimps and spray-painted logos. He revived his cheeky promotional tendencies for Cheetah, mailing flyers to record stores advising potential customers to “read the owners manual carefully before attempting to operate the Cheetah EP.”

The EP will officially be out this Friday, July 8 on Warp Records, re-watch the music video for “CIRKLON3 ” here.

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10 Essential Early Canadian Electronic Records That Deserve Reissues

Ohama photo courtesy of Polyphasic Recordings

With reissues becoming increasingly commonplace in electronic music, there’s been a rise in labels like Dark Entries, Medical Records, Minimal Wave, and others, who scour crates, Discogs, and the internet for the next lost gem to reissue and repackage. While the bulk of these unappreciated in their time records come from Europe or the United States, there’s a very small portion sourced from Canada, despite the wealth of great experimental, new wave, and musique concrte acts to come out of this country.

From rural Alberta to Burlington, Ontario, here’s ten early Canadian electronic records ranging from the mid 1970s to the late 1980s that we think deserve proper reissues, presented chronologically.

David Pritchard – Nocturnal Earthworm Stew (Bouilabaisse Nocturne Aux Vers De Terre) (1976)

His late 60s and early 70s all-night show on Toronto radio station CHUM-FM was once famously described by Frank Zappa as “an utter freak out,” so it’s not surprising that David Pritchard’s 1976 album followed in the same vein. Experimental, proggy, and melodic, with song titles like “Birth of Merlin” and “Satan’s Seaside Walk,” there’s several tracks here that wouldn’t sound out-of-place on an Aphex Twin release. While Nocturnal Earthworm Stew was reissued on CD by Pacemaker Entertainment in 2004, this one deserves the proper vinyl treatment.

Bunny & The Lakers Numbers (1979)

Opening with a mechanical shriek lasting several minutes, the rest of Numbers is a collage of quirky pop songs, experimental jams, and a 10-minute-long kraut-inspired opus entitled “Batlore,” which sounds like it was recorded from a room beside the studio. The Toronto band allegedly played only one show with a young G.B. Jones (who went on to found experimental post-punk group Fifth Column) sitting at a table.

Canadian Electronic Ensemble Canadian Electronic Ensemble (1981)

Founded in 1971, the Canadian Electronic Ensemble was created to demonstrate the feasibility of live electronic music performances to other musicians, during a time when it was considered extremely difficult to do so due to the sheer size of the equipment. The Toronto group’s dense, sprawling second album draws on prog influences; recommended if you like Cluster.

Ann Southam The Reprieve, The Emerging Ground (1983)

Throughout her lifetime, Winnipeg-born, Toronto-based Ann Southam quietly amassed a catalogue that made her one of Canada’s most prolific and important contemporary composers. Heavily influenced by minimalism, modern dance, and tape music, “The Reprieve” is a haunting piece commissioned by choreographer Patricia Beatty for Toronto Dance Theatre. It’s not available on YouTubeall the more reason for a reissuebut you can listen to an excerpt here.

Bernard Bonnier Cassette (1984)

After studying with French musique concrte pioneer Pierre Henry in the 70s, Bernard Bonnier returned to Quebec City before releasing this absolutely insane proto-everything LP. Visions of post-punk, breakbeat, and acid house can all be found in this sample-heavy collage of drums, field recordings, and vocal samples. It’s since been reissued on CD and hopefully a vinyl reissue isn’t far off.

Broken Tables “The Ruins”/”Image of You” 12″ (1984)

Who’d have guessed that one of the best cold wave records of all-time would be made by a trio from Burlington, Ontario? This 12″ has everything you could ever want from the genredistant vocals, infectious synth lines, and stripped down drum programming. It’s completely unacceptable that this has not been reissued yet.

Ohama I Fear What I Might Hear (1984)

Born on a potato farm in rural Alberta, Tona Walt Ohama built himself a DIY studio, where he recorded some of the most arresting synth-pop to ever come out of Canada. Minimal Wave released a compilation of his early output in 2012, but his debut I Fear What I Might Hear deserves to be heard in its entirety, the perfect soundtrack for disenfranchised, small town youth coming to terms with media and technology during the 1980s.

Ohm and the Secret Sources – Exit From a Dream (1984)

Besides some killer synth lines and lengthy guitar solos, this four-track EP is also notable because it features Astrid Young, Neil Young’s sister, on bass and backing vocals. The music video for “All In My Mind” includes some great Toronto-centric shots of Bloor Street, the Eaton Centre, and for some inexplicable reason, a car being lowered into a grave.

Hugh Le Caine Pioneer in Electronic Music Instrument Design: Compositions and Demonstrations 1948-1972 (1985)

In the mid 1940s, Canadian inventor Hugh Le Caine built the Electronic Sackbut, widely recognized to be one of the first synthesizers. In 1955, he composed musique concrte staple “Dripsody,” which used tape loops and splicing to manipulate and contort the sound of a single drop of water. Released thirty years later, this two album collection of Le Caine’s compositions and experiments only proves that he was ahead of his time.

Story Structure “I Told You” 12″ (1989)

According to Discogs, only 200 copies of this ridiculously catchy synth-pop 12″ were pressed. Though there’s very little info out there about the band, this release was was produced by legendary disco producer and TAPPS founder Allan Coelho. It’s rumored that a full-length was planned, but no material has seen the light of day, yet.

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Arca And Jesse Kanda Share Intimately Candid Video For "Sin Rumbo"

Update : Ghersi has shared Entranas, a 25-minute mixtape featuring collaborations with UK artist Mica Levi, and Fade to Mind affiliates Total Freedom and Massacooramaan.

Yesterday Venezuelan producer Arca shared a minimal, strikingly unguarded video for “Sin Rumbo,” directed by longtime collaborator Jesse Kanda. It features a sweaty, slightly made-up Alejandro Ghersi singing the mournful song directly into the camera; the performance is captured in a single, unedited take.

The artist tweeted that fans should also expect a new, free release today, July 4, while confirming a new album due out later this year.

The lyrics for “Sin Rumbo” are included in the body of the YouTube upload:

girando en torno al sol
te pierdo otra vez ms
no hubo advertencia esta vez
y que dolor
que amargura
no saber
no poder sentirte
poder besarte
te veo cambiar a lo lejos
vengo a adorarte
pero desde la distancia
desde la distancia te aorar
camino sin rumbo
camino sin rumbo
camino sin rumbo
pero camino
an camino

In March, Iggy Pop played an Arca song on his BBC Radio 6 show, while Bjrk has confirmed she’ll be collaborating again with Ghershi on the follow-up to her 2015 album Vulnicura.

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The THUMP Guide To Sliding Into A DJ's DMs

The year is 2016 and it seems as though no one meets someone at the club for the very first time anymore. Chances are that you’ve already seen that girl posting cute selfies on Instagram, lurked that guy in the bucket hat’s Soundcloud or seen that person on Tinder with the weird bio. And in a world that lives, breathes, eats and dates online, you’ve got to update your moves. Once upon a time, hitting on a DJ was as simple as requesting a song that doesn’t want to make them pull their hair out, then handing them your number… or so I’m assuming. I’ve never actually hit on a DJ in person. Now, as we live in a society that comes closer everyday to the apocalypse but also a world that has great internet speed, everything has changed.

When I think about my 20s and how I intend to spend these halcyon years, I want it to be a hazy memory of fun nights with my friends, incredible achievements and sleeping with countless celebrities. We may not share the exact vision for the future but if you’re looking to bang some DJs, I have a few tips that have definitely worked.

And before you attempt to use these moves on your crush, let’s get something straight, we’re here to talk about sliding into a DJ’s DMs, ok?

1. Get their attention.

The fact of the matter is, everyone is vain and no matter how famous you are, how many mentions you get or how many photos you are tagged in, even celebrities notice a few. Try tagging Baba Stiltz in your Instagram thirst trap or changing your name to “Calvin_Harris_Msg_Me_69”. I can’t personally attest to catching the aforementioned producer’s eyes but this method works. I tweeted at Jimmy Edgar once about how his opinion on KTZ was completely wrong, we exchanged words a few months later when he played at Berghain. Once I changed my name to ‘X’s number #1 fan’. ‘X’ is a dj DJ I can’t mention the name of but what I can tell you is this: it got me AAA passes over 3 years, the locations of many secret parties, and an overnight stay in a New York Hotel.

Worth a shot.

2. Become their friend:

Whether you have a long or short game in mind, becoming their friend is always just a nice way to see if you’re into them for their body, mind or vinyl collection. Instead of telling them you’re their biggest fan ever, ask them some questions about their favourite band (information you have gGoogle to thank for) or mention something you have in common. Actually, this step is kind of bullshit. Move on and only do what I tell you next…

3. If all else fails and tweeting at them daily isn’t getting them sliding into yours, make like Nike and just friggin do it:

I did a really unprofessional yet fruitful thing once. I was at work, writing a press release for a drum n bass night, which was pretty mind numbing work. I was copying and pasting press photos and bios together when I came across a DJ who evoked a very knowing twang in my loins. Instantly it became clear to me that I had to meet him and I wasn’t taking any chances I refused to orchestrate a ‘bump in’ and I certainly wasn’t going to a drum n bass night. Despite being sober, despite it being the middle of the day and despite common decency I went to his Facebook fan page and sent the following message:

do u want to hang out when you’re in melbourne?/are you single/i think im in love with you

I have to say, I don’t remember it being so forward, nor do I remember thinking through the words “I think I’m in love with you”. Thinking about it, if I got a message like that in my inbox, I would swiftly block and delete. But what followed was a polite response, asking if I’d like to get drinks when he was in the country. I ended up meeting with an even-better-looking-in-real-life English DJ. For some reason he was into me, bought me drinks all night and then asked me to walk him back to his hotel because he forgot where it was. We spoke about how he secretly hates making drum n bass, which he demanded I never tell a soul, Jon Hopkins and I attempted to explain how the Kardashians are subversive, which didn’t pan out so great. He mumbled how he’d never met a girl like me before, and I thought of how I had met 50 of him. I woke up the next day, took an uncomfortably long time to locate my thigh high boots, kissed him goodbye and said “probably see you never hey.”

I’ve had my fair share of DM stints, but they’re not for the faint hearted or the marrying type. I wish your keyboards and DJ endeavours well.Follow Kish Lal on Twitter.

Hideout 2016 Was So Good We Forgot Just How Terrible The World Is Right Now

All photos via Hideout

We were leaving a less than sunny UK behind us on the Sunday morning we made the journey from West Sussex to Split. Actually, to be totally honest, “less than sunny,” doesn’t really cover it, does it? What we were flying away from was increasingly resembling a terrible royal rumble featuring a variety of political clans, two generations, three classes, Richard Branson and James Dyson. As we huffed down an avocado roll in the departure lounge, neither the THUMP team nor the rest of the airport’s general population seemed full of summer cheer.

In light of these times we are faced with two options. Either we commune at politically-minded festivals who are tackling the turmoil head on, allowing us to face these issues and process our collective response. Or we have a few beers int the sun get on it.

We are pleased to announce that THUMP, and everybody at Hideout 2016 opted for the latter.

Even the Kurupt FM lads were having a great time!

If you’ve not made the trip to Novalja before, it’s worth noting that Hideout takes place in a string of clubs that nuzzle against the shoreline on Zrce beach, on the island of Pag. Plane-loads of party-goers are stationed in the main part of the small fishing town, before being shuttled up to the cluster of beachside nightclubs for five days and nights of Adriatic action. Before we’d even landed, it was clear that the crowd were planning on giving every ounce of pent up partying they’d saved up throughout the rest of the year. A shower, three large beers and a gooey holiday pizza later and we were ready to join them.

One of Hideout’s strongest features is the way it positions itself somewhere between a clubbing experience, a festival, and a straight up, traditional summer holiday, The site’s five clubs are all roofless, and large enough to feel like festival stages. There’s also no trudging five miles across a site the size of Lincolnshire to get from one DJ to another. And of course, being in Croatia in the middle of summer has other plus-points. The only time you’ll feel close to cold is if you spend too long in the freezer aisle of the nearest supermarket deciding between a Magnus and a Solero. It’s clear the team behind the festival have taken a look at everything else that’s on offer, and over the course of their six year history, honed a unique experience in a peerless location.

As for the music, we were spoilt for choice. During the options ranged from Craig David’s ever impressive TS5 show, a frenzy-filled set from DJ Haus and the delight that was seeing Artwork going back to back with the Black Madonna unannounced. Sauntering around from stage to stage, between session in the sea and suncream stops, the festival’s daytime has an leisurely kind of pace, everybody testing the waters before the sun dips behind the majestic mountain range that watches over the punters like a loving shepherd attending to his lagered-up flock, and the nighttime swings around again.

As the sun sets over Zrce beach, one thing’s for sure…Hideout, we’ll be back!

And as for those nights, you can tell just how much fun everyone was having judging by the expressions on their faces as they dragged themselves onto the shuttle back back into town at half six in the morning. It’s a very certain kind of expression, nigh-on-impossible to pin down but also instantly recognizable. It’s a mix of elation and fatigue, a kind of well earned, well deserved tiredness. Occasionally punctuated by a mass sing along of “Will Grigg’s On Fire”. Night after night, the DJs, the crowd, the hum of the festival itself, brought their A-game.

Our week started with heavy hitting sets from our new mates Mak and Pasteman, along with Hideout regular Oliver $ stepping up to do his thing. Then by Tuesday we were going heads down with Midland, who provided a steady slew of seamless rollers, and the Bicep boys who came through with a set thick with glistening new material. That same night, the whole site seemed to shuffle into Papaya to join Skepta in shutting down Zrce, and even as we left that Logan Sama was continuing to flood the shore with basically every grime tune you’ve ever loved. By Wednesday it was time for the big guns, and a non-stop set from eight hours in the presence of J.E.S.u.S (Jackmaster, Eats Everything, Seth Troxler und Skream). As you’d expect, the lads didn’t let up for a second, and we’re proud to say that we barely missed a beat. By the end of the week, now fully sun-burnt and done in, it was over to the likes of Julio Bashmore, John Talabot, and finally Jamie XX to see the festival out.

If there’s one thing linking every act on the bill, acts as seemingly disparate as Stormzy is from Joy Orbison, it’s the spirit of the crowd they are playing to. Across the week we regularly commented on how hard pushed you’d be to find a bunch of people more committed to partying. It’s one thing finding a beautiful beach to throw a festival on, it’s another getting a killer lineup together to play therebut it’s another task, and one that rarely comes together so well, bringing that sort of energy together.

Bring on next year.

At Long Last, Stream Objekt's Acclaimed 'Kern Vol. 3' Mix

Artwork courtesy of Tresor

Berlin producer Objekt has shared a full stream of Kern Vol. 3, his forthcoming entry in the mix series run by German techno institution Tresor. Widely praised for his adventurousness and keen sense of narrative as a DJ, this release is TJ Hertz’s first official mix CD, and follows entries by DJ Hell and DJ Deep.

We recently included it on our list of the 13 best mixes of the year so far, with THUMP UK staffer Angus Harrison describing Objekt’s selections as “unlikely delights in the darkest of places,” so we’re thrilled that the world finally gets to hear it.

Check out the tracklist and listen below ahead of its Friday release.

Kern Vol. 3 tracklist:

1. _moonraker Canobraction
2. Beatrice Dillon Halfway
3. Aleksi Perl UK74R1409037
4. Seldom Seen So So So
5. Final Cut The Escape
6. Mono Junk I’m Okey
7. nsi. Squelch
8. Echo 106 100M Splutter
9. Future/Past Nebula Variation
10. The Persuader What Is the Time, Mr. Templar?
11. Birdland Can U Dance To My Edit?
12. Pollon Lost Souls
13. Fret Stuck
14. Shanti Celeste Lights
15. Anna Caragnano & Donato Dozzy Love Without Sound
16. Clatterbox Aspect Ratio
17. Via App From Across the Room (edit)
18. TX81Z Googol
19. Polzer Static Rectifier
20. Thomas Heckmann Chiswick Days
21. Sole Tech Jit the Anthem (75 South)
22. Ueno Masaaki Supersolid State
23. Dave Smolen Manual Control
24. Aleksi Perl / Nick Forte Untitled (Colundi everyOne) / Druse
25. Bee Mask Frozen Falls
26. Marcus Schmickler & Julian Rohrhuber Linear Congruence / Intercalation
27. Ondo Fudd Blue Dot
28. Yair Elazar Glotman Oratio Continua (Part I)
29. Rully Shabara Faring
30. ACI_EDITS 02
31. Dresvn ft. Sensational Bliss (DJ Sotofett’s Raggabalder Dubplate Version)
32. Machine Woman Swedishmanwithtwoblackboxes
33. Anokie Black Knight Satellite
34. Skarn Revolver
35. Ruff Cherry The Empath
36. Space Brothers Lodore (Purple Twilight remix)

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Depression, Isolation And Drug Addiction: When DJing Becomes A Mental Health Issue

The life of a touring artist seems like the dream: you get flown to new and exotic places, paid to perform your life’s work onstage and be admired, and people line up to tell you how great you are and shower you with all the booze, coke and sex you could ever want.

But there’s a day-to-day grind hiding behind those Instagram shots of private jets and luxury hotel pools. Isolation, irregular sleep patterns, long weeks, even months, away from your friends and loved ones, turbulent career peaks and troughs, and an endemic culture of hard drinking and drug-taking.

All of this puts pressure on the mental health of touring artists. And over the past year, more and more of them have begun to open up about how their dream job has led to some dark places.

Five years of touring and heavy drinking had already put they’re not doing the things that they used to do, or enjoying the things that they used to do, or if they find that they can’t quite get back to equilibrium, they can’t quite get themselves back to what they would consider a normal lifestyle then yes, I think they should seek help,” Manicavasagar said.

That’s not to say it’s impossible to live like a Rolling Stone and keep touring like one, toothere are plenty of major artists out there, some of them pushing their 50s, who still play every other night and start and finish every show with copious shots. But it never hurts to be aware of the rigours of the touring lifestyle (even if it’s just to make you feel better about your shitty office job).

“For people who aren’t familiar with the stresses of the lifestyle, it seems like you’re living your dream,” Louisahhh said. “You don’t have a real job, you’re a DJ, you get to see the world. The reality of the situation is, no, you have weird hours, you’re really far from home, nobody really understands what it’s like except for the people who do this, you know?

“I have seen peopleI don’t know how they do it because this is so hard on the bodynot sleeping for, like, five days because they play, they go to the airport, they’re hungover and fucked up in a hotel room, they play, they go to the airport… To put your body through that is insane.”

“It’s a mad life from the beginning and I think it’s not for everyone, I totally understand why people leave or develop mental problems,” Crookers said. “I know plenty of DJs who are crazy depressed one day, and mad fun the next. These guys suffer from the crazy nature of ‘tour life’ and keep doing it anyway ’cause they need it, love it and it’s necessary for them.”

If you’d like to talk about depression, substance abuse or other mental health issues, you can reach Lifeline 24 hours a day on 13 11 14, and Headspace on 1800 650 890.

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The Definitive List Of The Worst DJ Names Of All Time

This article was originally published on THUMP UK.

A fact: planet Earth is saturated with DJs. It’s positively dripping with them. There are now so many DJs marauding through the airports of the world that scientists are started to notice a headphone shaped hole in the ozone. Your step dad’s playing Tresor next week, your great uncle’s Boiler Room set went down a storm, and your girlfriend’s best mate’s boss’ nephew’s niece is hosting a boat party at Dimensions. We’ve all gone bloody DJ mad.

Which is why you need to make sure that you stand out in a market that’s absolutely heaving. Now, we’d all love to believe that talent, dedication, and determination are the three most important criteria for success, but we also all know that that’s total bollocks. What you need is a name. A good name. A name that rolls off the tongue and stands out on stacked flyers.

The following 10 DJs have got it very, very wrong. Now, this list has nothing to do with their qualities as DJs. Some of this lot might be as good as Jeremy Underground or Paula Temple or DJ Bone, but we’ll probably never find out because they’ve decided to give themselves names that are less appealing than the prospect of sharing a baked bean bubblebath with Michael Gove and Douglas Carswell. So here it is: here are the absolute worst DJ names out there. Avoid them at all costs.

10. DJ TWAT

The ‘TWAT’ in DJ TWAT stands for There Was a Time which is somehow worse than it just being the word TWAT shouted by a bloke who’s stubbed his toe. Or stepped on a brick of Lego! Or something similarly domestic and relatable!

9. Minghead

Remember the old days, the good old days, the golden days of yore, when Jade Goody was still alive, and flashing her kebab at a nation, and helping slide the word “minger” into our daily vocabulary? It was a happier, free, friendlier time. Our naivety knew no bounds and we all believed that the concept of the minger was here to stay. We bought minger t-shirts and dried our bodies in minger towels. We ate off minger plates, and drank pints of Kia Ora out of minger tumblers. We were minger mad and we loved it. Then it all stopped. As quickly as the minger had embedded itself in a national psyche, it departed, leaving us bereft and alone. Only one man’s brave enough to fly the minger flag and that’s Minghead. Which’d be fine if ‘Minghead’ didn’t sound like the name of a poorly-attended Bill Bailey tour that saw the West Country comedian’s career die slowly in front of him in half empty 100 capacity rooms night after night.

8. Bass Bumpers

The Bass Bumpers are a German Eurodance production outfit known for birthing classics like “Axel F” by Crazy Frog, “Rhythm is a Dancer 2003” and, err, that’s it. They’ve also picked one of the most strangely vile names imaginable. There’s something ineffably terrible about ‘Bass Bumpers’ as a name that it’s difficult to pinpoint exactly what’s so vile about it. It’s like seeing the remnants of a hundred failed poached eggs resting in a sink. It also sounds a bit like Basshunter but that only reminds you of what a 10/10 name ‘Basshunter’ is.

7. Pants & Socks

Life’s boring enough without having to be reminded of that boredom. Which is why ‘Pants and Socks’ is such a terrible name. It’s not offensive or boorish like some of the other monikers on here, but you can’t help wonder about the ambition of a pair of blokes who’d willingly call themselves Pants and Socks. If we blindly accept that one of the primary aims of art is to take us away from the toil and the life we trudge through on a daily basis, the decision to name yourself Pants and Socks is beyond baffling, and even if we refute that theory, it’s still absolutely atrocious. In fact, it’s worse than getting pants and socks for christmas and nobody likes that!

6. The Cool Willy Brothers

The Cool Willy Brothers are Benjy and Miles Platting-Estate, a pair of 24 year old twins with a passion for frozen yoghurt, a can-do attitude, and a rapidly-depleting trust fund. The Cool Willy Brothers are Rupert and Olly Wilde-Water, a pair of 24 year old twins with a passion for rafting, a can do-attitude, and a rapidly-depleting trust fund. The Cool Willy Brothers are Tristram and Archie Sumac-Dressing, a pair of 24 year old twins with a passion for potted salads, a can-do attitude, and a rapidly-depleting trust fund.

5. DJ Fanny

Maybe it’s because I grew up in a part of the country where vowel sounds are elongated and relaxed to the point of becoming a kind of yawnor yaaaaaaaawn, as it wereor maybe it’s because I grew up with four brothers and no sisters, and didn’t really speak to a girl till I was about 22, but I’ve always been slightly repulsed by the word “fanny”. It was a word I only heard used in hushed voices, a lexical object that rolled under tables and between coats in the cloak room at primary school. It became something strange and out of reach and unknown. We sort of knew what a fanny was. We were pretty sure we knew what a fanny did. Someone once claimed they’d seen a girl using the boy’s toilets and had seen a fanny as a result. Still, that pre-pubescent sense of dis-ease and uncertainty haunts me to this day, and every time I see DJ Fanny’s name pop up on the internet, I’m there again, a lost innocent hurtling headfirst into a world of debased depravity.

4. Chinese Man

Chinese Man are a French electro-swing group. None of them are Chinese.

3. DJ Gary Glitter

You know what’s really, really funny? You know what’s gut-bustingly hilarious? You know what’s so outrageously humorous that even thinking about it is enough to reduce me to a puce-faced puddle of piss? Paedophilia.* There’s just something uniquely funny about the sexual abuse of children isn’t there. If I was going to become a DJ I’d definitely think it was really funny to name myself after a disgraced glam rocker turned registered sex offender. Just for a laugh, like. Just for a really fucking good laugh. That’s what I’d do. To hell with the consequences. So what if I’m shunned by friends and family and have difficulty making it through customs? I’m still having a laugh. And that’s all that matters.

2. Inflatable Fhrer

If there’s anything funnier than child sex abuse, it’s Nazism.** While it’s possibly possible that mastermind behind Inflatable Fhrer is actually making a point about how the best way to deal with facisim is to laugh at it, I’m not sure if I totally buy it. The Brighton based DJ seems to have named himself after a character in stoner cartoon Aqua Teen Hunger Force which is a cartoon made solely for adults who talk about different strains of weed and enjoy cartoons that make references to different strains of weed. He also seems to play out semi-regularly with an adult who goes around calling himself ‘ShittyFISHhead’ which says it all really. ShittyFISHhead just missed out on a top ten placing, as it goes.

1. Armand Van Hard On

You’re down the pub on a Tuesday night. It’s a pub you don’t normally go into. In fact, you’re pretty sure that this is the first time you’ve ever been in. There’s 3 scotch eggs on the bar, and locally brewed ale on tap. They don’t do Stella. They don’t show the football. They make you do a morris dance on the bartop before giving you the wifi password. It smells like bleach and vintage shops, all must and crust. There’s a dog in the corner and the dog has slobbered over everything and you’re meant to pat the dog and coo at it. You sit down, slowly start supping on a five pound pint that blends Fairy Liquid with burnt sourdough. You notice the faintest of buzzes in the air. It’s pub quiz night. You and your mate join in. You play to win. You take it more seriously than you should. And you think you’ve got it in the bag, You’re quietly confident, and that confidence’s mutated into pint after pint. You’re 25 down and you don’t care. The results are incoming. You’re preparing a humble face to flash at the rest of the pub as you strut out with your winnings. The quizmaster shuffles the papers. Your heart’s beating out of your chest. Team names fly by. Yours is yet to fall from his lips. “And this week’s winner,” he says, pausing to ramp the tension up to an almost unbearable level, “is…Armand Van Hard On!”

You weren’t Armand Van Hard On. Armand Van Hard On are cheering. Whooping. Hollering. Armand Van Hard On are going absolutely fucking wild. You kick your table over. You storm off into the night, tears melting into the rain. Fuck it, you say. Fuck it all. Fuck hard ons. Fuck DJing. Fuck every fucking thing.

* This is obviously a joke.
** This is obviously also a joke.

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