planetdamage.com: newsflash
Hello. I am Damage, gonzo journalist, catalyst and an explorer of weird and futurologistic. I also know how to time travel. Yesterday a Chomolungma sized bouncer asked me to ID myself or get shot in the face on the premises (of a 2000+ indietronic party but hey, this is Eastern Europe, anything can happen here) - which irrevocably means I look half my age. (I do.) And as in certain districts of filthy and fuckery-filled Budapest I am still better known as Too Much Coffee Man, caffeine, as it turns out, only makes me look younger. And I visit Skins parties because teenagers doze off pathetically after three beers and I can steal complete endocrine systems using only a pen, a lighter and a depleted phone battery. And nobody will ever notice.
This blog you found is infinitely funnier when I take a godly effort to write anything here and not just repost stuff about off-world and off-beat technology, underground music, heatwaves of any kind and tits. You receive this message because all my godly (and often ungodly) effort goes into finishing the new issue of The Dose, an underground magazine about great music, nice-to-collect info and cyberpunk. Which we denounced a long time ago but sum it up in one word and you get back to neon lights and Asian girls with a server room equivalent of a decent vibrator. I have a team behind me to finish up this magazine. We now all scream blood and listen to Dutch hardstyle in order to be able to wrap everything up. Which is hard. It is 40 centigrades in the shades here. All the parapluies made out of endocrine systems cannot save us. Mental note: no need to buy kitchen grills. Fling the shit outside on the asphalt, snap, instant steak. So we are busy.
I am also working on a book, on the lookout to sell rights to two animated series, doing groundwork for stuff you'll see later on this year (better to work on it than talk about it) and taking extreme steps to expand the mind of Too Much Coffee Man because this one isn't big enough anymore.
So hello, readers. This is the mind of a gonzo journalist who stopped aging. We will be back with you on the interwebs shortly.
friday #musicmonday: francky ride - trem
Grey and black blueprint minimal techno by Francky Ride, released on Valiza Tools. Enjoy.
hypersigil hvk 31
pretty, reckless and opaque
Make Me Wanna Die by The Pretty Reckless. Forms a perfect mashup with Australian rainforest minimal techno project Zen Paradox's The Opaque Stillness off their album Numinosum. Update: any ambient track off Numinosum.
mark sherry live at qlimax 2008
1. Mark Sherry - Here Come The Drums (Jowan Remix)
2. Mark Sherry & Dr Willis & James Allan - Sectioned
Qlimax, the leading hardstyle event of this universe. And possibly of the other one as well, only with more of everything. But this will do. The Q-Dance guys still haven't announced the proper date (the venue is Gelredome in Arnhem), we're possibly in for a mayhem around the 20th of November. Anyone else care to join? Screenshots below come from the Qlimax 2008 DVD. Click more to... more.
a kiss could be deadly, and so it ends
A Kiss Could Be Deadly was an electro/punk/new wave influenced band from Huntington Beach, California. They were signed to Metropolis Records, who released their self-titled debut album in 2008. The band split up before year’s end on good terms and are now pursuing other projects. (last.fm)
atari teenage riot `activate live` teaser trailer
Directed by Zan Lyons. Video premiere: May 21st, 2010. (via @zanlyons)
cyberpunkers - i needed to go (in fact, you shouldn't have been born to begin with)
The “Cyberpunkers” project is the child, born in 2006, of the passion for Cyberpunk culture of two young Italian DJ’s. The format aims at giving a fresh start to this style through four different yet connected forms of art: electronic music, fashion, design and photography. In a nutshell, a transposition of the Cyberpunk world in modern clubbing Through several performances at famous clubs, “Cyberpunkers” drew lots of interest and ended up being much taked about for both their original look, made of masks behind which their true identity is hidden, and for the originality of their shows, which are marked out by the use of two consoles at once and powered by several audio machines. (via myspace, taking Italian grandeur with a pinch of salt. You partyheads gonna love the almost French house sound, though. Sponsored by Adidas and Microsoft? Am I really seeing this?)
UPDATE 1: I remember Bruce Sterling said once how cyberpunkness (whatever it is) became a whore of a slang expression when people started talking about cyberpunk trousers and whatever that makes your corneas bleed. This is sweaty balls, wastedness and fucking in toilets. And bad shoes.
csak a zene: egy hangos kiállítás képei mellé (igen, majdnem írtam egy könyvet)
Damage, te írtál egy könyvet, hangzik el az irodában egy fáradt délután, amikor az egész jobb kezem egy gigantikus, szerves kávéscsuporrá változik és az ajtó előtt lesem, hogy a tetoválószalonból kisomfordáló fiatalok közül kit tudok egy bolával leteríteni, minden nap más harcnemet gyakorlunk. Dehogy írtam, mondom, meg amúgy is kurvanehéz egy kávéscsupor szélével millipontosan gépelni, de csak sikerül. Majdnem írtam, aztán elfeledkeztem róla, valahogy így kell lottót is nyerni meg Austin Osman Spare is így indítja elképzeléseit a sigil magickről, elvégre az írás is valahol varázslás meg az is, hogy egy órányi színuszhullámhallgatás után nem zselés púder jön ki a füleimen, de erről majd valahol később. Még 2009-ben keres meg Géczi "gitárral és egy üveg jó borral bármit elérek" Zoltán, hogy zenei lexikont ír de inkább szerkeszt, megírom-e neki a new wave fejezetet, nyilván megírom Cure-ostul, Neue Deutsche Welléstül, posztpunkostul, aztán megfeledkezek róla, a Magyar Posta a promópéldányokat elnyeli, ahogyan annyi minden mást is, a legszebb anno az volt, amikor egy amerikai kiadó óriási pakkjából kivették az illetékesek a CD-ket, de érezték, hogy az aláírt plakátokhoz erős érzelmi szál fűződhet, azt nem bántották. Szóval megfeledkezek, Gyí mondja az irodában, hogy háhá, könyv, én meg azon, hogy háhá, ez pont olyan, mint a festmények mellé tűzött feliratok, úgyis a képeket nézed meg, a feliratok gyorsan elkorhadnak és egyébként sem vagy már fiatal, ha azokat olvasgatod. Coffeetable könyvről van szó, amihez üvegezett kávézóasztalt veszel, hogy alatta látszódjon a szilikonról ívben visszacsillanó baszófény, a photoxolt pina meg ez a könyv, lényegi tartalom van benne, rengeteg képpel, hogy effektíve sokáig tartsd a kezedben, de szó mi szó, furcsa papírzenei lexikont a kezedben tartani 2010-ben, főként, hogy még ez a mondat is milyen hosszú. Jól és erős kézzel megszerkesztett könyvről van szó amúgy, reggaetől, soultól meg funktól bluegrassen és elektrón keresztül a rockig meg a new wave-ig, itt szeretném ezt a darabot annak a HVG printes ex-kollégának ajánlani, aki nem átallott munkaidő után felhívni és közölni velem, hogy a hard rock meg a rock'n'roll ugyanaz, azután jó egy hétig sírtam, amikor felállt. A bookline-nál most éppen leértékelve, aki akar családi műveltséget alapozni, az rendelje, én gyűrök a saját könyvre most már, ha az új Dose elkészül, és ha kiadják, annál is megírom, hogy ej de furcsa 2010-ben papírkönyvet olvasni, az iróniát matekozza ki magának mindenki azzal a tologatós japán abakusszal, a színuszhullámtól nem tudom abbahagyni az írást, minden helyes lányt üdvözlök így fél kettőkor, miközben hangosan éneklem a Veil Veil Vanish szomorúindiejét, úgyis ömlik most a gáz az utcában mindenhonnan, majd megmondom a szomszédnak, hogy hallucinált (és el fogja hinni) és most keresztülteszek valami síkosat és hegyeset a fejemen, hogy abbahagyjam, sziasztok.
faithless - not going home (not going ever)
Not Going Home, the new Faithless single, out 2nd May. Visually teasing (pupillapornó, ha már), musically mediocre. Not going home, not going ever.
leftfield - original
Featuring the one and only Toni Halliday of Curve, and now of Chatelaine, coming from 1995, the year when FBI cracked down on Kevin Mitnick, Ken Ishii released Jelly Tones and I ruined my life by first using Netscape Navigator.
beastie boys - sabotage (battlestar galactica edit)
Start the Friday night before party here. Beastie Boys' classic Sabotage reworked with footage coming from Battlestar Galatica. As both my sources, Kotaku and Neatorama write the same thing, I sort of feel shamefully obliged to add the very same stuff they did, you can watch it side-by-side with the original version. Now we cook up the magnificient chili of death.
bme, this was a pleasure
Négy Richtercsúcs-erősségű kávé után nem lehet félrelőni semmit, huge grin, köszönöm a meghívást a BME/MOKK Szubkulturális Gazdaságok órájára a popkultúra hegyeit-mélyeit felfedő Kacsuk Zolinak és Vályi "One Man Army" Gábornak és főként minden egyes hallgatónak, aki szelíd vagy szigorú rockkal, de követte az egyórás helybenülős ámokfutást: I loved you all. A zenei aláfestés kedvéért: ami titokban végig a fejemben szólt. Szigorúan hallásküszöb alatt.
renegade soundwave meets blade runner (sez alec empire)
There is only one better thing in the classic urban landscape scene of Blade Runner with the geisha ads and the furnaces synced to the gorgeous space ambient of Vangelis: the very same thing synced to Blast'em Out by Renegade Soundwave. Alec Empire always recommends wicked stuff.
automatic writing 001, the oubliette (parralox - hotter)
The oubliette has a body of Latvian crevice and sunshine blind, right across the portside café she sways in two bodies distinct but ultimately, unseparable, devilicious, an automaton of cellular attention-to-adhesive. Eyes closed, VI, XVII, as it rarely happens, a constellation of IV and a number of zeroes, neatly folded into accounts from Zurich to Macau, brokers intimately sharing the Christmas morning gift of embracing each last digit, the remains still elegant, enough for countries to pay their national attribution to the beacons on Mars, and at a later iteration, Saturn. On days, when the snowflakes draw an orgy of Sierpinskis across the highways of crimson and cinnamon fuckpale beige, she comes alone, like a virus she comes, with an intensity she seldom flickers to virility double, even treble. She comes first in a hotel room. The air smells like ozone and in the corner, Sibiu surplus stomp oil. The IV fades, III remains unsolved. The oubliette has a habit of imprinting memories, the locks that lead to those memory universes are tight. Ping them in certain patterns, certain timing. Take the wonderland vasopressine, thake the merriment cocaine. Memories go blank, rigid, the color of a dead dragonfly.
Bobby Quine flips the tarot, the deck says it is all in the oubliette. Quine cuts the decks, shuffles, cuts again. Always the same cards. But he is forgetting, he learns how to forget. And he is getting exceedingly efficient at it.
7th street - small city music
Dunno who sent me this but for the sake of the via, drop me a mail! Use your 3D glasses and visit the Chinese Man Records site, receive good karma!
immolate yourself (telefon tel aviv, the mill)
The Mill’s renowned directing trio, Bif, has conceived a dark and eerie short-film in Dix. Dix, which is French for “ten,” highlights Mark, a tortured man who suffers from an obsessive-compulsive disorder that forbids him from physically stepping on lines beneath his feet. In many ways, the main characters unnerving anxiety is reminiscent of the childhood mantra that, “If you step on a crack, you break your Mother’s back.” (via motionographer but more importantly thanks to Tommy for showing this to me at a very important moment, after all the chili and the glorious pain)