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Kitsuné Maison Compilation 4

Kitsuné Maison Compilation 4

  Song Title Artist Time  
Listen 1. Be My Friend Darkel 4:16
Listen 2. Divebomb The Whip 4:50
Listen 3. My Moon My Man (Boys Noize Classic Remix) Feist 3:52
Listen 4. Hummer Foals 2:57
Listen 5. Tuning In (H! Re-Rub) Hadouken ! 5:03
Listen 6. Emergency The Passions 3:26
Listen 7. La Musique (Adam Sky Remix) Riot In Belgium 5:13
Listen 8. I Get Around (Midnight Juggernauts Remix) Dragonette 5:55
Listen 9. Crossover Appeal Guns N’ Bombs 3:23
Listen 10. Dance To Our Disco Punks Jump Up 4:16
Listen 11. Drugs In My Body Thieves Like Us 3:29
Listen 12. Knights Crystal Castles 1:49
Listen 13. Stay On The Outside Whitey 5:06
Listen 14. Hit Pop Numero 3:37
Listen 15. Worryin’ Phones 5:38

Highly Recommended.

Every so often, as I understand it, Kitsuné Maison releases a hot ‘n’ juicy compilation of Electroclash goodness. If you’re an Electroclash lover, like myself, get your fix now. Compilation 5 arrives on the 4th. Enjoy.


Saturday, 19 January, 2008 at 3:26 pm Leave a comment

The Island Of Misfit Toys Pt.3

What happens when you encounter a person or persons who you feel inferior to? Persons who you aspire to be like; who you envy or worship? Or, on a more severe level, a group of people that you long to be a part of — a pack of friends, a clique of co-workers, a subculture, a religion, a society, etc.. What happens inside of you that, somehow, makes it okay to discriminate against yourself? I believe I’ve already highlighted (or beaten to death) the notion that to relegate others we deem as beneath us based solely on trivial or misunderstood qualities is asinine. But what I’m referring to now is the complete opposite. Don’t we all, to some degree, patronise ourselves, by establishing unrealistic standards that which we cannot meet? Are we, in essence, self-proclaimed rejects?

It’s easy to think of others as sub-standard but the idea’s a little harder to swallow when we’re the ones under the microscope. So why would we put ourselves in such a position in the first place? For exactly the same reasons — social conditioning, distorted religious practices and bad parenting. But those are hardly the only mentors of this twisted mentality of hierarcal civilisation. So, who exactly is the biggest culprit of them all? Mainstream media.

Say what you want about that tired accusation but deep down in your human heart, you know it’s always been true. Monkey see, monkey do; it’s how we’ve evolved. The mainstream media is, as a collective force, quite possibly, the single most influential (and misinforming) guide to human life. Mainstream media will convince you that milk is good. Mainstream media will convince you that milk is bad. Mainstream media will convince you that being homeless is for the poor and the unkempt. Mainstream media will convince you that alcohol is safer than marijuana. Mainstream media will convince you that makeup makes you sexy. Mainstream media will take advantage of your high cholesterol in order to increase sales. Mainstream media will convince you that you’re an idiot and that you need each and every one of these nonsensical products they advertise every 10 second, 15 second, 30 second or 60 second spot of every day. And we swallow it whole.

I’m no different. Until recently, prior to my own personal grand and exhaustive expose of pop culture and the modern man’s media circus, I was victim to their unholy power of suggestion too. I unquestionably relied on brand names, products and popular opinion to function in society and I thought nothing of it. Why should I? I’d been practising and enhancing those same routines for as long as I can remember. (Perhaps this is why the average person is so shaky over the sheer thought of even considering becoming vegetarian, eating organic food or yoga.) It’s hard enough to break that mould. Just imagine how difficult it must be to reexamine the stereotypes.

Saturday, 19 January, 2008 at 5:39 am Leave a comment

Killing Me

by Slovo

23 degrees off kilter
Spinning with my cup of tea
Grey skies, sleepy eyes as usual
Morning paper says I’m free

Late again, no time to witness
Spring flowers dance on this cold wind
Peeling poster sex reminds me
Why pierced tongue ticket man just grinned

This is killing me
I feel so alone in this crowd
Is this really me
And will this be my child

Cold cash comfort from my pocket
Lights Eastern European eyes
See little grace in God’s behaviour
But for the grace of me go I

Clocking in while Mr new tie
Tells me things about his wife
Morning coffee, three new e-mails
Still waiting for the fax of life

This is killing me
I feel so alone in this crowd
Is this really me
And will this be my child

I want to see you
I want to feel you

Not the image of you that this journey’s projecting

I want to see you
I want to feel you

Not the Image of you that this journey’s projecting
Not the shadow of you solitude is protecting

This is killing me
I feel so alone in this crowd
Is this really me
And will this be my child

Saturday, 19 January, 2008 at 1:02 am Leave a comment

Misadventures Of A Vagrant T-Girl

There's plenty fun to be had. From the Cayman Islands, to London, to Phoenix and back again, Silky's been there, done that. But life's for the living and I ain't dead yet. Making vegans look cool, trannies sound sexy and delivering shit hot Electro is my deal. Loving my beautiful wife, nurturing my baby boy Phoenix and making my small mark on this jaded world of post-consumerism is my mantra. Friends, welcome. Guests, indulge. There's plenty fun to be had.


Birthdate: 19th February, 1983 Nationality: Caymanian Star Sign: Aquarius/Pisces Orientation: Bisexual Diet: Vegan Occupation: Graphic Designer WiiMail:
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