Notes from the back jacket.

“I started Chinoiseries in August 2006, when I got back from a trip to Viet Nam, the land of my grandparents. As a vinyl junky, I really couldn’t come back to France without bringing back some wax. After hours spent riding on a motorbike in Saigon streets, a taxi finally helped me find some old Asian records. I was feeling like an explorer discovering a forgotten treasure. I bought almost 30 vinyls, most of them in poor condition, went back to the crib, and started making beats with some material that I wasn’t used to.”

U.N.K.L.E. Revival on vinyl, and it feels so nostalgic. Never a good review coming from Pitchfork for these guys. Over and over again, I’ve tried to understand why.
“Alienating some, while inviting others,” it may have read.
“Exciting their core fan base, but really annoying the rest of us,” it may have also read.
Well Burn My Shadow and Surrender Sessions 11-12 were awesome. So, fuck off. Cunt soup.
Admittedly, Pitchfork is actually pretty useful for finding new music, but it becomes increasingly obscure as the days end for this fellow. Someone somewhere is still discovering Pink Floyd, The Doors and Led Zeppelin for the first time. God bless them.

felt-tribute-to-lisa-bonetNot really sure what this album has to do with American Actress Lisa Bonet. Perhaps the TV inside of the Los Angeles hotel room where pre-production for this album was done got stuck on re-runs of The Cosby Show. With nothing better to do besides pound beers and rip butts, Murs, Ant & Slug focused their energy on a linear field of blue micro-dots and started writing. The results? A rejuvenation for those disaffected with the dismal current state of mainstream Hip Hop music.

Three years after DJ Krush released this magnificent self-megamix on Mo’ Wax Records, IBM put forth the intelligently designed Thinkpad X20.

It featured an Intel Pentium III 600 mhz processor with 128mb RAM, and a price tag of $2500. In 2003, a young man living in his Aunt’s garage bought one used for $600. It came pre-formatted with Windows 2000, and crashed after running the first “critical” security update. A friend told him it was like trying to remove the engine from a car while it was still running. For months, he would use this device scour the dark corners of cyber space in search of this glorious album, free of charge. He never did find it, until one day it appeared in the used bin of a basement record store. Score.

Glorious spliff-burnin’ beats from the year 1982 that have nothing to do with the wonderful cover art. Album produced by ‘Junjo’ Lawes. Mixed by the one and only Scientist and vocals backed by the well-known Roots Radics.