Bumskipper 6: The Sleevenotes!
Nobody’s Fault But Mine.
Frequency shame pop.
Porn Soundtrack.
A rather unsuccessful example. I dunno though, it could work…
ADAT low-key wah-wah freakout. When I say “ADAT” the subtext is usually either “Look, I played this myself in real time” and either functions as a trumpet-blowing exercise or an excuse. Yeah, so this sounds a bit courtly and a bit dirty at the same time.
Some Sunday Song
Yr basic Um reportage.
Academic Rubbish
This cocks a snook at proper music.
Rickshaw Dub
This is just looping pedal shit. “Looping pedal” is like “ADAT” but more impressive/a better excuse. This is soundtrack for rickshaw footage. Maybe the exotic female singer has been removed. Shame.
The Gunslinger.
This has a nice gay cowboy feel to me. My guitar has a “Watch out, this is a penis” quality that I particularly enjoy.
Magick Desk
This is like a theme for hunching over the board, bobbing and tweaking like a crazy chef, or like Lee Perry making a very quick curry circa 1994.
My Memory
This is quiet humour, but it almost could be real. My mate’s brother smokes so much dope that all he can say is “…fuckin…the fuckin….s’fuckin….”
Skipping Music.
I played at this party once with the Man From Your Anus, and I shot some footage of some women skipping through the warehouse. This is music for the skip, because skipping has a groove and is sexy.
Lovelock’s Feedback.
Theme for the relentless build-up of human fuck-ups, which ends in disaster.
Bow Cat
Wiley samples. My PC couldn’t process the data in time and glitches, but it almost works. The grime thing loses it’s way pretty quickly and becomes a sort of degraded synth-pop.
Dinner Beat.
This is taking the piss out of Jamie Lidell as much as I can whilst still paying tribute to Ariel Pink.
Spounce Bounce One
MFU freestyles.
The lady on the front cover is Granny Ann, somewhere in
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