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We here at Resonator Mag are moving towards taking some holiday time off.
Staying 10 steps ahead of the Hanes beefy T and haircut crew gets exhausting (note the quality of writing slowly slipping with each passing day), and we all have to scatter to various parts of the States to...um..drink.
And open shiny things.
The updates will come more sporadically, and Hacks talked with me yesterday about possibly re-doing the look and feel of Resonator for the New Year. We won’t leave you for the new year without some candy (and no, not candy like Trixie’s candy) in your little metaphorical internet stockings (Harry Potter slipper socks, anyone?) As such, we’re putting out lists together, checking them twice…well, checking them against the crap lists, that is. As I’m scouring through the Best of 2006 lists, I’m occasionally seeing the repeat of a phenomenon that I’m going to call “Arcade Fire Syndrome”, namely a bunch of people late to the party group a record into having been released a year later than it was, so that they can sleep at night (with visions of mojitos and pork fritters dancing in their heads, natch).
Last year, it was Arcade Fire’s Funeral, released in 2004, cropping up in the 2005 lists that got me annoyed. This year, Goldfrapp’s Supernature, one of Resonator’s top albums 0f 2005, seems to have caught the attention of those who were too busy Clapping Their Bloc Party last year.
Now, don’t get me wrong: Supernature is a fucking STUNNING record. But, when it comes to the album (and to Ms. Goldfrapp herself), we’ve already been all around, on top of, in, and whipped by this bitch.
On Supernature, our review said it's a carnal carnival, a lovely, freaky wonderland of human/animal hybrids, sex, candy and drugs, all done in Wonkaland colors, with Miss Goldfrapp as the top-hat-and-tap-shoes tour guide through her world of synaptic sensation, high on pixie stix and gas fumes.
But that was last year. Let’s celebrate us being right, as always, by throwing around some stuff from more recent Goldfrappuccino work.
A month or so ago, Goldfrapp and her “tie me to the post, please, m’am”-boy Will Gregory put out an album of Supernature remixes, We Are Glitter, that left off two vital tracks from those sessions. One was the Tiefschwarz remix of “Ooh la la”, which was the last attentive, destructive piece of work the Bros. Schwarz have since turned in, and took all of these wanna-bes, like Justice, MSTRKRFT, etc, to school to show them how the Electro-Rock thing is done with a furious stomp.
Goldfrapp: Joey Was Her Name
Recorded during the original album sessions and virtually disappearing from existence, despite being an original track it would have fit in nicely on We Are Glitter because it’s pretty much just a tweaking of Goldfrapp’s luscious calling card, her voice, underneath a gurgling dark stream that could easily come from mid-90’s Shitkatapault.
Goldfrapp: Lovely 2 C U (T. Raumschmiere mix)
Speak of the devil, and he’ll appear, wearing a trucker hat and all hopped up on bathtub crank. If there’s anyone who can provide contextual evidence to actually BEING Satan, it’s aforementioned German Tech-fuck label head T. Raumschmiere, who turns in a forceful hard-on of a remix of “Lovely 2 C U”, the song which has become Goldfrapp’s calling card in recent days.
Goldfrapp: Boys Will be Boys
An AOL session gone horribly right…or wrong, if you’re not a fan of Goldfrapp’s tendency to SatinChic-up her lounge moments. Yes, this is THAT “Boys Will Be Boys”. And, yes, it is THAT good.
Should have been the “Casino Royale” theme. No, really, it SHOULD have .
The “Number 1” video. Give grandma a little beastiality under the tree this year.
Apparently Alison and Will are in the studio, prepping a new album for 2007. If that ends up being truth, I think the spots for the top 5 records of 2007 will be totally full.
Buy “We Are Glitter
Resonator Mag: lipgloss horseblood we got ‘em lining up
she’s my man ya don’t understand
Staying 10 steps ahead of the Hanes beefy T and haircut crew gets exhausting (note the quality of writing slowly slipping with each passing day), and we all have to scatter to various parts of the States to...um..drink.
And open shiny things.
The updates will come more sporadically, and Hacks talked with me yesterday about possibly re-doing the look and feel of Resonator for the New Year. We won’t leave you for the new year without some candy (and no, not candy like Trixie’s candy) in your little metaphorical internet stockings (Harry Potter slipper socks, anyone?) As such, we’re putting out lists together, checking them twice…well, checking them against the crap lists, that is. As I’m scouring through the Best of 2006 lists, I’m occasionally seeing the repeat of a phenomenon that I’m going to call “Arcade Fire Syndrome”, namely a bunch of people late to the party group a record into having been released a year later than it was, so that they can sleep at night (with visions of mojitos and pork fritters dancing in their heads, natch).
Last year, it was Arcade Fire’s Funeral, released in 2004, cropping up in the 2005 lists that got me annoyed. This year, Goldfrapp’s Supernature, one of Resonator’s top albums 0f 2005, seems to have caught the attention of those who were too busy Clapping Their Bloc Party last year.
Now, don’t get me wrong: Supernature is a fucking STUNNING record. But, when it comes to the album (and to Ms. Goldfrapp herself), we’ve already been all around, on top of, in, and whipped by this bitch.
On Supernature, our review said it's a carnal carnival, a lovely, freaky wonderland of human/animal hybrids, sex, candy and drugs, all done in Wonkaland colors, with Miss Goldfrapp as the top-hat-and-tap-shoes tour guide through her world of synaptic sensation, high on pixie stix and gas fumes.
But that was last year. Let’s celebrate us being right, as always, by throwing around some stuff from more recent Goldfrappuccino work.
A month or so ago, Goldfrapp and her “tie me to the post, please, m’am”-boy Will Gregory put out an album of Supernature remixes, We Are Glitter, that left off two vital tracks from those sessions. One was the Tiefschwarz remix of “Ooh la la”, which was the last attentive, destructive piece of work the Bros. Schwarz have since turned in, and took all of these wanna-bes, like Justice, MSTRKRFT, etc, to school to show them how the Electro-Rock thing is done with a furious stomp.
Goldfrapp: Joey Was Her Name
Recorded during the original album sessions and virtually disappearing from existence, despite being an original track it would have fit in nicely on We Are Glitter because it’s pretty much just a tweaking of Goldfrapp’s luscious calling card, her voice, underneath a gurgling dark stream that could easily come from mid-90’s Shitkatapault.
Goldfrapp: Lovely 2 C U (T. Raumschmiere mix)
Speak of the devil, and he’ll appear, wearing a trucker hat and all hopped up on bathtub crank. If there’s anyone who can provide contextual evidence to actually BEING Satan, it’s aforementioned German Tech-fuck label head T. Raumschmiere, who turns in a forceful hard-on of a remix of “Lovely 2 C U”, the song which has become Goldfrapp’s calling card in recent days.
Goldfrapp: Boys Will be Boys
An AOL session gone horribly right…or wrong, if you’re not a fan of Goldfrapp’s tendency to SatinChic-up her lounge moments. Yes, this is THAT “Boys Will Be Boys”. And, yes, it is THAT good.
Should have been the “Casino Royale” theme. No, really, it SHOULD have .
The “Number 1” video. Give grandma a little beastiality under the tree this year.
Apparently Alison and Will are in the studio, prepping a new album for 2007. If that ends up being truth, I think the spots for the top 5 records of 2007 will be totally full.
Buy “We Are Glitter
Resonator Mag: lipgloss horseblood we got ‘em lining up
she’s my man ya don’t understand