Archive for July, 2009

July 31, 2009 1

Eminem v Mariah & Nick

By in Musical Murmurings

This is hilarious. So Eminem said a few things about Mariah Carey on his ‘Bagpipes From Baghdad’ track off the Relapse album:

“Locked in Mariah’s wine cellar all I had for lunch,
was red wine more red wine and captain crunch.
Red wine for breakfast and for brunch,
and to soak up in an between snack crackers to munch.
Mariah what ever happened to us? why did we have to break up?
All I asked for was a glass of punch.”

Who cared? Maria’s new husband, Nick Cannon who blogged:

“You sold your little records and made a little bit of change but now you are stepping in the wrong territory. You may have been able to rape and pillage our art form like an old school Caucasian con man and nobody said anything because we respected your talent, but now you’ve made the ultimate mistake. Don’t you know that the black woman is the foundation and the strongest force in our culture? Take notes homey, Elvis would have never disrespected Aretha Franklin or Diana Ross. You were supposed to just do your little song and dance, make your little racist money and call it a day. But no, you had to dishonor the black man’s most precious counterpart.

I’m taking full action on you Eminem. I don’t know why no one has stood up to your bitch ass yet. But I guess it’s going to take a corny, wack rapping, boy toy from Nickelodeon to set you straight. And trust, I am going to be relentless. Even though I got a lot of other obligations and occupations, you are my new full time job “homey”! As a matter of fact I think you going to bring my wack rhymes out of retirement! That’s right haters; you can thank Eminem because I’m going to start rapping again! LOL Just for him! And don’t forget about the jokes! We coming at you hard body!! Non-stop on your Manic-depressive-Insecure-Maclovin-Nazi- Liza Minelli haircut havin-lookin ass!! [Pause] That’s what I do all day Bitch!

So Miss Marshall, I’m going to make you wish you never spoke my name and regret the ungodly things you said about my wife. This is going to be fun! It’s however you want it! Just remember, you did this to yourself!  Your legacy has now been tainted from this day forth! You will now be known as the rapper who lost to Corny-ass Nick Cannon!!!”

What  a  tit.

Ironically, it’s driven Eminem to produce his best tune and lyric in ages. In this pathetic war of words, I know whose side I’m on.

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July 30, 2009 0

Brother Ali – Us

By in Musical Murmurings

Fab rapper Brother Ali‘s new album drops in September. By the sounds of this, it’s gonna be a spiritual ride.

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July 29, 2009 0

WOMAD Festival 2009 – Day Three

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By the final day of a three day festival, the average punter is a little worse for wear and Womadians are no exception. Ignoring the winsome few who have opted to kick-start their day with a Tai-Chi class and now appear to be waving their bodies around like depressed windmills,  I head directly for Che Sudaka who are playing a sample on repeat in an attempt to attract a crowd. When the motley assortment of Colombians and Argentinians eventually bound on, they conjure up a style of music synonymous with Spanish troubadour, Manu Chao. Obtuse and trivial, the sextuplet proceed to mash together the most obvious elements of reggae, ska, dub and punk. Though together these genres comprise the blueprint of rebel-rock, Che Sudaka’s abuse of combined influences comes across as an exercise in self-indulgence and is, as such, repellent. However, this provides me with the perfect opportunity to return to the Endor-like BBC3 arena and bask in the open rain listening again to the ethereal sounds of Mamer.

Returning to the main stage and admiring my newly signed Mamer CD,  I am struck by the number of strollers, wheelchairs and mobility aids scooting around. Though many festivals claim to be accessible, it is heartening to see one that actually seems to deliver these claims.

Pulled in by the affecting sounds of the kora, an instrument I’d never heard before, Ba Cissoko‘s band put these unusual instruments through wah pedals and fuzzboxes before letting rip with some unfeasibly fast playing. It’s possible to see why the Guinean group have been described as ‘West Africa meets Jimi Hendrix‘.  That seems somewhat simplistic, though, and their mix of contemporary styles with the traditional relies on a fusion of genres which, rather unsurprisingly for WOMAD, includes reggae, ska and jazz. By the end of Ba Cissoko’s set, I’m set for a change of pace, and Nneka is next on the list.

After hearing Chase and Status’ remix of ‘Heartbeat‘, I was anticipating Nneka’s original, live offerings. Dressed in a green military-style jacket and dark hoody, her aggressive image is somewhat tempered by a pink and blue skirt, but the downtempo, bass-heavy, electro-pop is lively and infecting. With fist raised through much of the performance, stand-out songs are ‘Would you show me love?’, ‘Can’t wait’, ‘The uncomfortable truth’, ‘Vagabond in Power’ and, of course, ‘Heartbeat’. Comfortable on stage, Nneka annoyingly takes every opportunity to explain each song in detail, which detracts from an otherwise enjoyable set. She is the only artist at WOMAD yet seen with potential to cross over to the mainstream.

Tel Aviv’s The Apples experienced some success in the West with their dancefloor-friendly cover of Rage Against The Machine‘s ‘Killing in the name of’ in 2007. A funked-up nine-piece instrumental group, the absence of guitars is exacerbated by the prominence of four turntables scratching out samples that sound like guitars. It’s an unusual trick and one that has brought them the attention they deserve, but though DJs Erez and Ofer are fun to watch, dressed as they are in luminous yellow jumpsuits, their skills are just not up to…well, standard. Nonetheless, the band excite the audience and succeed in getting most to their feet and even making a few fold up their ‘portable’ chairs. The shock! The horror! Though the rain is well and truly pouring now, there is nothing but sunshine under the Big Red Tent. Hardest hitters are ‘The Bell Step’, ‘Upskirt’, Snap‘s ‘The Power’ and the deadly ‘Killing’. Drummer Yonadav Halevy was, for me, the musician of the festival: it’s clear to see his relentless enthusiasm and intuitive ability are valued by his fellow band members as well as the audience.

Unable to watch Roy Ayers and remain dry due to every Herbert and Mabel lying across their tartan rugs munching olives, I decide it’s time to head home. WOMAD is truly a family festival and is perhaps best experienced that way. At the end of my first WOMAD, I can firmly say that I am glad to have been, but I doubt I’ll be back.

Huge thanks to all the team at Borowski for putting this together.

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July 29, 2009 0

DJ Ayers – Michael Jackson Mix

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Still not got around to buying all of Michael’s hits? Still listening to ‘Dangerous’? Stop. DJ Ayers put together an hour’s worth of MJ hits in 2008. Spanning his entire career, it’s not bad – or it is bad – depending on your definition.

Download it here, play it at parties, enthral your mates. He had some good tunes, that Michael.

http://www.zshare.net/download/53748048b24e0397/

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July 28, 2009 5

WOMAD Festival 2009 – Day Two

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Saturday is the sun’s day and thousands of sweaty, canvas shelters simultaneously give birth to myriad Homo sapiens who emerge, blinking, into the fresh Wiltshire wilds. Rushing headlong into life are the Dhoad Gypsies of Rajasthan – an exotic and colourful assortment of lively characters who, rather unsurprisingly, blast out traditional songs from their homeland. Sensing the audience’s inability to dance to the music, tabla maestro Rahis Bharti invites the splendidly attired Lakshmi on to show us how it’s done. After a stunning display that sweeps away Solomon Burke‘s aurally salacious display from the night before, a fakir demonstrates methods to improve posture – by balancing a large clay pot atop glasses stacked on his head. As though this were not suitably impressive, he dances the duration of a song with the weight before coming to a standstill on a bed of nails. Pot removed, the slight man then blows billows of fire into the reverential crowd and though I pause to ponder if this all serves to perpetuate stereotypes, I suspect that I maybe somewhat incorrectly prejudging a collective intelligence.

Indeed, if it’s cranial heft I’m after, China’s Mamer is ready to deliver that and more on the Siam stage. Playing a jaw harp for a full five minutes unaccompanied while manipulating it to sound more like a Cylon playing a 303 synthesizer than one of the world’s oldest instruments threatens to momentarily empty the tent, but this is merely the start of a slow burn. With three two-string dombras, a bass guitar and percussionist, Mamer performs one of the most dynamic sets seen at Charlton Park yet. As people leave in search of more immediate, thrusting sounds that don’t drone and slap, Mamer’s translator notes, “Our music – it  isn’t for dancing.” Leaving spiritually fulfilled and culturally enriched, I spend a little time watching adults shopping for new, stupid hats or trying curried goat while children scavenge for discarded cups to exchange them for 10p each or hurl their new multi-coloured diabolos wildly into the air. There is a queue at the ‘Medicine Man’ stall and he seems to be rapidly running out of sun-lotion.

As the sun begins to set slowly in the West, I head over to the foreboding Big Red Tent as Chicago’s Hypnotic Brass Ensemble take up their shiny, metallic instruments and bellow, somewhat misguidedly, “HELLO LONDON!” It takes a short while to rectify the error and a lack of sleep is cited as the reason for the mistake. “I get two hours sleep every 13 days,” claims one of the nine. Regardless, as the rain comes down, the tent’s audience grows, and the ensemble blow the roof off with their explosive show. Combining hip-hop showmanship with jazz cool, the excitement all round is tangible. Treating us to new songs ‘Fire’ and ‘Kryptonite‘ alongside their staples ‘Baliky Bone‘ and ‘War’, a cordial British tone somehow seeps through the multiple, falling brass harmonies and interweaving melodies. Closing the show with a little Chicago house threatens to turn the weary rabble to lava, but a satisfied and thrilled throng mob the brothers at the end to grasp CDs and hands.

Trudging across wet grass back to the Siam tent, Cuba’s Orishas start well with some technical turntablism and well-delivered rhymes, but there simply isn’t enough to keep me interested, with their clinical brand of hip-pop serving to perplex rather than amaze.

As the main man behind WOMAD, I feel I owe it to Peter Gabriel to join with the hordes who have gathered to watch his headline set. As mystical strings announce his possible arrival, the set opens with Paul Simon‘s ‘Boy in the bubble’, which is hardly the most exciting proposal, but it is pleasingly well sung. The theme from Scrubs finale ‘The book of love’ follows and I dream of sitting on a sofa, changing channels and flicking Oreos at JD and Turk. Snapping out of this wondrous unreality, I realise that I’m in a damp field of people watching Peter Gabriel perform ‘Steam’. Plumes of dry ice are propelled skyward each time Gabriel says “Gimme Steam!”

I know my culture from my trash, so I leave the congregation in favour of the Red Tent where Snowboy (Mark Cotgrove) is spinning some original vinyl platters at 45rpm. Instantly warmed by the body heat generated by fierce drum breaks and grooves, the amusement is far from ending.

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July 27, 2009 0

WOMAD Festival 2009 – Day One

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The 27th World of Music and Dance festival was to be this particular hack’s induction to WOMAD. After a damp start, The Skatalites get festivities underway on Thursday night. Consequently, Friday morning smells of patchouli and musty marijuana smoke. Traversing the site with barely a soul in sight, actor Pete Postlethwaite seems to be on positively sparkling form considering he’s somewhat laboriously pumping up a double airbed. Now we are off, off to The Big Red Tent to imbibe Los Desterrados‘ lugubrious, pan-European, Sephardic sounds which are romantically delivered with ornate use of flute and violin harmonies. A little of their Latin flavour is preserved, distilled and discharged by the intoxicating and hugely entertaining Cimarron at the large, blue Siam tent. Hailing from the cattle-rearing region of Llanos Orientales, Colombia and with a majority of the band sporting Stetsons, an air of menace accompanies the group. Bandolas and harps are picked with speed, accuracy and passion and their debut show at WOMAD is brought to climax with a dazzling dance-off between the percussionist and both vocalists.

Neneh Cherry and husband Burt Ford‘s latest project, cirKus, however, leaves far more to be desired. With some of the least convincingly played guitar parts aired at the festival yet, this flawed trip-hop foray proves to be little more than stinking folly. The final straw comes when Ford dedicates a song to the Prime Minister. “I can’t remember his name, but he is an asshole.” Tedious. Far more memorable than either Ford or Brown is Buena Vista Social Club member Eliades Ochoa, who positively lights up the Open Air Stage. Backed by a band cloaked in red shirts, Ochoa wears black and sports his trademark  stetson. Drawing the disparate Womadians together, the beguiling Cuban rhythms cause the crowd to start swaying, strangely – a pattern that will find itself repeated over the course of the weekend. Regardless, when Ochoa plays ‘Chan Chan’ all thought evaporates and the hairs collectively rise across WOMAD’s neck.

Over at the BBC3 stage and the Dennis Bovell Dub Band is delighting an audience seeking shelter amongst the leafy enclave by dousing them in washes of reverb and delay. A British Reggae great – and a tremendous bass player to boot – he ploughs through classic tunes like ‘Rowin’ and ‘Dubmaster’ with ‘Oh Mama, Oh Papa’ perhaps being the most apt song played all weekend as the WOMAD festival rapidly begins to resemble the World of Mums and Dads. After Bovell’s performance, there seems little point watching the Mad Professor‘s dub show which consists of button-pushing on a laptop and is as such, about as interesting as a chemical toilet. Postlethwaite favourites The Black Arm Band take to the Siam stage with Aboriginal frontman Archie Roach claiming they are about to share “Stories to show the two worlds of Australia”. It’s a shame then that they proceed to represent them with interminably dull music with some plain post-Colonial thought thrown in for good measure, “We have survived the white man’s world, and you can’t change that.”

Unable to last the duration, I spend £10 on the white man’s food and beer before settling in to watch the ostentatious but truly legendary ‘King’ Solomon Burke. Surreptitiously slipping on-stage by being obscured by a veritable bevvy of beauties, the preacher takes his seat on a glittering throne. With a voice softer than golden syrup, laden with enough love to father 21 children, Burke is a typically dramatic performer even when he can no longer move around unassisted. With a raft of hits under his outsized belt, the songs keep coming with ‘Don’t give up on me’, ‘Diamond in your mind’ and ‘Everybody needs Somebody’ all eclipsed by a timely rendition of Sam Cooke classic ‘A change is gonna come’. Though the set is filled with gushing schmaltz (I lost count of the amount of times Burke breathed “I love you” to the crowd), it could detract from neither the fun nor perceptibly touching moments, even if they were few.

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July 22, 2009 0

Sucking Sprite Off

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Thanks to @akirathedon for bringing this to my attention. Now I like Sprite – even Sprite Zero – but this is ridiculous. Why would you want to make an ad like this? Is it going to sell more fizzy drinks? Max Issacson who made it said, “…there was no involvement from either The Coca-Cola Company or Greencard Pictures…this was not supposed to be taken seriously by anybody. They were made completely on spec”.

Oh really? Why? Entertainment? Humour? It’s fucking stupid, pal and if I wanted to watch something like that, there’s plenty of places on the ‘net to go for it.

So it must be a joke. Oh, ha! Hilarious. A bit of inter-racial sex to sell pop. Eeee, it’s not like it were in my day, lad. We had to return the bottle to get 10p back. Now, you’d just get a face full o’jizz for your honesty.

I don’t see the point in this ad, it’s not even an original idea. Perrier got there first with their explosive ad in 1976: that’s 33 years ago, Max. So all you’ve done is updated it for the iPhone generation to download and masturbate to while they pop to the shop to buy their favourtit (sorry, favourite) sparkling lemon and lime drink. Or maybe they’re more savvy than that.

I’m not offended by the ad, per se – I’m completely disappointed by its distinct lack of originality, flair and imagination. It simply serves to draw shocked giggles from a stupid audience. NEXT!

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July 22, 2009 0

This Reality Podcast @ Cornbury

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Yes, more Cornbury Festival stuff.

This is a lovely podcast featuring Bren, Soph and that fabulous band, Warning! Heat Ray! You can hear us at around 15 minutes in. Thanks and hugs to the guys – check out their site here.

Listen in!

July 22, 2009 3

P.O.S – Never Better

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How do you solve a problem like downloading? Inspiring packaging. Simples. If that’s not enough, you could always ensure the content of your release is amongst the best released in 2009, irrespective of genre. That would certainly appear to be the approach of Minneapolis rapper and musician P.O.S (Stefon Alexander) on this, his third album for US Independent label Rhymesayers.

Let it Rattle showcases Alexander’s ability to use rhyme as a catalyst to accelerate a track to burning point whilst simultaneously utilising melody as a method to offset the inherent aggression. P.O.S effectively straddles genres; absorbing punk, rock, hip-hop, jazz – all spliced in with indie elements  regularly associated with bands like TV on the Radio.

Purexed, for example, is driven by the defiant, sounding like it could have been soundtracked by Art Blakey and David Sitek: “So fuck it, back to the wall, crush it, laugh at em all. Hush, Let em try to find the beauty in your face, Somethin’ more than a song, They hatin? Aw come on! Dust, let em try to find the beauty in the bassline”. It’s an intense piece and one that outclasses many songs of similar thought.

With Alexander’s capacity to channel the styles of more established MCs (Ice Cube on Goodbye, Eminem on Purexed and Aesop Rock on Get Smokes), fellow Doomtree crew member Lazerbeak is on hand to help with beat manipulation. This variety is effective, making this a mostly impersonal record that relys on a combination of story-telling techniques and streams of  frequently impregnable philosophical thought.

Out of Category is one of a handful of rap songs that deals with cultural conflict and in this case, the topic is autobiographical, targeting black kids and punk music. One of the few personal pieces on display here, it doesn’t fail its aim to attack and denigrate: “Brothers at school think he trynta, rewrite skin. Others are fools, never seen some shit like him…Aint nothin like a mohawk to show off your fuck off, an kick off the Reeboks for boots.”

Though punk echoes throughout Never Better, particularly on ‘Terrorish’ which features a chorus from None More Black’s Jason Shevchuk, the music is, mercifully, never of the NOFX / Fat Wreck Chords ilk, but bleeds from the exposed veins of classic bands like Fugazi (who are namechecked on the Kanye-like Savion Glover).

Closing with spiritual, DJ Krush styles on ‘The Brave And The Snake’, Never Better is a ferociously, musically-hip marriage of the political and celebratory. Intoxicating and adventurous, it is simply one of the best records released this year, hip-hop or otherwise.

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July 21, 2009 0

Bibio – interview

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Stephen Wilkinson (aka Bibio) is the latest signing to über-cool label, Warp Records. The 30-year-old Wolverhamptonite’s penchant for mixing up guitar-based, electric folk alongside digital bleeps and squeaks effectively lie together on the curiously titled, Ambivalence Avenue.

“It’s not got anything to do with ambivalence in particular, really, ” he says somewhat non-committally. “It was triggered off by a weird daydream I had on a coach going down to check out some universities in London. We were travelling down a road similar to that on the front cover [of Ambivalence Avenue] with white hotels and trees lining the streets – stuff like that. Obviously, I was approaching a time when I was moving away from home, going to university and though it wasn’t confusion as such…it wasn’t really that in itself that was so important. That was the trigger; and the sensation that accompanied it is what I can’t put my finger on.”

On the first of numerous occurrences during the interview, Wilkinson refers to  emotion, and how he uses music as a platform to transmit it to the listener. Outlining the construction of track ‘London Planes‘ (which features on earlier album ‘Fi’ released on Mush), which sees arpeggiated guitars harmoniously entwined, he says, “It had this kind of spirit or vibe that was very particular to the blissful side of London as opposed to the city side. And then a couple of years ago, I was writing a guitar riff and it brought back the same, weird emotions that I get that…like flickering shadows casting through trees in London avenues.” And this “Idyllic, London avenue” is represented on Ambivalence Avenue‘s artwork with a character one assumes to be Wilkinson out and about recording ‘found sounds’ for his recordings to thrive on.

Ultimately, though, what Wilkinson wants is for the listener to imbibe a “Summery, nostalgic vibe,” from the track. “Hopefully the lyrics are building blocks to someone else’s imagination – that’s really what I prefer to do. Whereas lyrics put words in people’s heads, instrumental music might more likely paint pictures in people’s heads.”

Strangely enough, title track, ‘Ambivalence Avenue’ put me in mind of an American children’s television programme, one captured by an innocent, retro-styled recording exuding an ineffable charm.

“I think that, not just with that track, but also with the track ‘Lover’s Carvings’ as well, there’s an intention to get a bit of ‘Sesame Street’ in there: where kids play out on basketball courts in this idyllic, blissful Bronx! It was also really influenced by [Brazilian pop artist] Marcos Valle. The album that really influenced me is Previsão do Tempo’“.

Moving on to talk about specific influences, I asked Wilkinson about the legendary ’70s trio, America, and did they have any significance on the development of Bibio?

“I’ve got a couple of America LPs that I’ve picked up from charity shops and they’re the kind of band I wouldn’t rave on about, but there’s maybe something within their sound that I’m trying to capture. Sometimes, influences aren’t necessarily stuff you listen to; it could be stuff heard as a kid, on films, or on radio – but it’s not necessarily at the forefront of your attention. With someone like Marcos Valle, that was something I was obsessing about”.

On listening to Valle’s recordings, it becomes clear that Wilkinson is not so much trying to recreate styles, but sounds. So who else makes his hit-list?

“Around that time, I was really getting into J-Dilla, MF Doom, Madlib and you can probably hear that in a couple of tracks. ‘Fire Ant’ is very much an ode to Dilla. The chopped-up vocals that you can hear on that track, that really stems from being a Daft Punk fan.” The mention of the French duo sends Wilkinson into hyperdrive as he begins enthusing at great length about their album Homework. “I got it on cassette from the library about a year after it was released and their track ‘High Fidelity’ has got all these chopped-up vocals that don’t make sense. That just blew me away. A lot of the time, people just presume I listen to lots of hip-hop and stuff like that but really, Daft Punk have been in my musical history along with a lot of other mid to late ’90s French House stuff. There’s something in that music that’s got a tinge of melancholy, but also an uplifting feeling.”

That sentiment itself seems to sum up a lot of what Bibio is about, but how does he feel being included amongst Warp’s output which famously features artists like Aphex Twin, Flying Lotus and Two Lone Swordsmen? “It’s a dream come true,” he admits. “I’ve always been a huge fan of the label and I think that I’d have to admit to being influenced by Warp artists than any other label.”

It isn’t just music that spins a heady web over Wilkinson, he also gets his kicks from nature, “It would seem odd to me if anyone didn’t have an interest in nature, because you are nature; you are a part of it.  I get a lot of elevation from going somewhere natural, like going camping, going out somewhere wild, climbing mountains. I think my favourite places in the world are river and valleys – places like that which are mossy and green – places that are really psychedelic.”

Drawn in comparison to Wilkinson’s experience of clubbing, roaming England’s green and pleasant land would seem to be his preferred option: “I’m not much of a clubber,” he confesses “I don’t dig everyone gurning and the hot, sweaty, dark environment and spending 30 minutes queuing up to get a can of Red Stripe. I don’t really go to concerts much either…I’m more of a hi-fi person.”

With leanings towards the natural, Wilkinson eschews computer plug-ins in favour of his guitar commenting that “You can sit on the garden with that, it’s quick and accessible”. Most sounds on the album come from outside the computer due to Wilkinson’s continual search to escape the digital, sequenced and rigid. “While I use the computer to record, it’s like an advanced recorder where I can capture things, move them around and edit them. I’m not really a computer-based musician as such.

My music doesn’t have that clean, in-the-box sound: it sounds a bit softer and a bit rounder, production-wise because I use microphones. I’ve got these old tape-recorders that I use to degrade stuff – that’s how I get that sound.”

Unlike contemporaries like Autechre who work solely in-the-box, I was keen to understand how Bibio will be presented live – purely because the music is a mix of a traditional band setup alongside the electronic.

“That’s a good question and it’s one of the problems of electronic music: it’s created with machines as opposed to live manipulation of an instrument. My music is somewhere in-between because some of the tracks aren’t electronic at all, they’re effectively a band recording but with one member. So a future plan is to try and get a band together to make some of my songs happen in the live situation. The important part is to get them sounding right because I spend so much of my time making my music sound a particular way with lots of studio trickery, it’s not often possible to do that live.”

Because of this obstacle, it’s clear that Bibio will not be performing tracks live any time soon. But without live shows, how do you promote a record?

“The live show isn’t going to happen soon as I’ve got a lot to work on, especially if I’m to get a band together: it’s not something you can put together in a week. So for the moment, I’m going to be doing DJ sets just to get out there and get used to it all. I’ve been really enjoying putting this DJ set together – I’m playing a lot of exclusive tracks so it’s not just a case of playing tracks that people have heard. I’m not a DJ, I’m a musician!” he says somewhat cheekily, before going on to explain that he’s already working on his next album.

“I just write music constantly so when it comes to album time, I’ve got lots of tracks to choose from. I don’t sit down and write and album, I just sit down and write tracks. Usually it ends up at 50 tracks by the time I’ve cut it down.” This would explain why Wilkinson doesn’t have the time to learn flamenco guitar or to learn how to be a ‘proper DJ’ using turntables instead of a laptop. And as the nature-loving, analogue-friendly musician points out: “Being on Warp has become a full-time job in itself…”

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