No matter how long the winter, spring is sure to follow. Clacking rolling luggage signifies the rising tourist influx to the island. Mark is standing shoulder to shoulder against a common cause with a UK reggae selection. Ruairi’s vegetable garden is feeling the relief of intoxicating April showers. Andy has begun moonlighting in graphic design.
Here is an exclusive free download from newly welcomed to the We Love fold Alex Niggemann, and a short Q & A with the man himself ahead of his gig for We Love’s Easter Special at Ministry of Sound. Download the EP from his profile, here, it’s an upbeat housey number and you can’t get it anywhere else but here.
What are you looking forward to about London and playing at Ministry – is the UK somewhere you enjoy playing?
I have had a really great first “We Love” party, when I was playing in Miami for them. This is the second and it will be in one of the most influential clubs all over the world, with such a great line-up! I heard a lot of positive feedback about this club. London itself is always a great spot to play. Everytime I’ve been there, I had a great time. I think London is one of the best cities for playing electronic music. So many people are interested in this kind of music, because the city has such a big scene, which you will just find in cities like Berlin, Barcelona or Frankfurt. It’s a great chance for me to present my music to such a big audience.
Miami ride
Tell us what it means to play for We Love and what do you have planned for the Summer with them?
We Love is a chance for me to play for a party series with a huge tradition. Their parties are pretty famous and give me a great platform to let people know who I am and what I do. I’m also really happy to announce that I’ll play several dates for them in famous Space (Ibiza) with some of the best-known artist all over the world. Sundays at Space always rock!
What can everyone expect on Easter Weekend.
It’s a long weekend, where everyone who likes this kind of music, can party like hell. For me it’s always a special weekend, as I know parties will be crowded everywhere and people are really in a good mood to party, because of having a 4 day holiday. I’ll definitely prepare myself even more to fulfil peoples expectations and help create an unforgettable night.
Fresh from their stateside adventure involving traditional run-ins with airport security and large pastrami sandwiches: Mark brews some 80s Balearic belters, with thanks to DJ Harvey (for the FKITUSA tip-off), while and wondering what the fuck has happened to the charts today? Andy shows some Detroit love fresh from The Shelborne pool (and obligatory gangsta rap).
Ruairi stayed behind in Ibiza, if you like puzzles you can help him piece together his weekend, answers on a postcard please.
All Nature seems at work. Slugs leave their lair -
The bees are stirring – birds are on the wing -
And WINTER slumbering in the open air,
Wears on his smiling face a dream of Spring!
And I, the while, the sole unbusy thing,
Nor honey make, nor pair, nor build, nor sing.
Samuel Taylor Coleridge
Ruairi’s gone all millennial pop with these brassy re-edits from some guys at the top of that game while Andy charges forth with his brazen, ill-bred odd future.
Kathryn Bigelow’s Point Break is a must see classic especially if you have a penchant for surfing, guns and early ’90s tight t-shirts, dude. Within the first 5 minutes a masked criminal holding up a bank looks at his watch to proclaim “little hand says, it’s time to rock and roll”, this is old-school action cinema at it’s best.
You're sayin' the FBI's gonna pay me to learn to surf?
Keanu Reeves plays Johnny Utah in his first action hero outing. His mission, to bust The Ex-Presidents, a gang of thrill seeking bank robbers by going undercover and infiltrating their clique. The leader of said gang is Patrick Swayze’s Bhodi who brings an idealistic innocence to the film whilst avoiding the pitfall of falling into self parody of the beach-philosopher character. Special mention must go to Gary Busey who plays the gravelly cynical partner to Johnny Utah, a stereotype as old as Hollywood itself. The role of Angelo Pappas is played with off-the-wall aplomb by Busey, who adds many fine insulting lines to temper Reeves’ and Swayze’s testosterone fuelled antics, “Listen you snot-nose little shit, I was takin’ shrapnel in Khe Sanh when you were crappin’ in your hands and rubbin’ it on your face.” For example.
What's the matter with you guys? This was never about the money, this was about us against the system. That system that kills the human spirit.
The film begins with the rise of brooding synths and strings from accomplished composer Mark Isham. This is combined with a visually effective series of edits of crashing waves to give a hint to the spiritual tone of the film from the get-go. However, like the film itself any indication of spirituality quickly gives way to a maximum velocity, crashing spectacle. The film’s tagline “100% adrenaline” although cliched is probably only a few percent from the truth. Isham has crafted a score that not only complements it’s parent film, but elevates it beyond the egregious silliness which pertains to most ’90s Hollywood action cinema.
When they run they dump the vehicle and they vanish... like a virgin on prom night. I mean they vanish, swishh...
If the film needs a saving grace, it must be the skydiving scene. It is not hyperbole to say this is both a cinematic tour de force and an orchestral masterpiece. Check it out in high quality, here. This is the scene in which the confusion of trust and betrayal between the bank robber and his FBI pursuer comes to a head while plummeting to earth after jumping from a “perfectly good airplane”. Although Isham’s musical signature is present throughout the film, this is where it truly comes to the fore (see track 16 – Skydive). The film has inherent and self-evident weaknesses (mainly the failure to have the audience believe in an enlightenment through extreme sports). However, there are some sublimely crafted action sequences which become almost abstract at times, the exceptional score goes some way to help lead the viewer down this vein.
Vaya con Dios, Brah.
Although made in 1991, the film score did not find a release until 2008 when La-La Land (a company specialising in score releases) took it upon themselves to allow this fine piece to be heard. This edition was limited to 2,000 units and features 65 minutes of score with liner notes by Dan Goldwasser incorporating comments from both Bigelow and Isham. It is now out of print.
Tiger, tiger burning bright
In the forests of the night
What immortal hand or eye
Could frame thy fearful symmetry?
We found a key and instructions towards a locked box in which we found Mark’s choices for January’s office listening. Even when trekking in disaster prone foreign climes he can transfer his office listening desires back to us at HQ as a musical time capsule.
Since she buys us sweets and laughs at Andy’s bad jokes, Jade gets an honorary mention, this weekend.
Smacking edit from the PBR Streetgang, this one’s as fresh as they come – don’t sleep on it. Hit the download button below, it’s free and PBR sealed dancefloor fire. Something just a little bit festive about this one…
Blackjack! The hundred years we’re in and also a song from the Eagles. Just the lads today – Andy goes West and cockney, some 21st century bass from Mark and Ruairi picks some ominous beats in honour of the year 2021 and the next coming of Brood X.
Gravity is my enemy. You better watch out you better beware, Einstein said that E equals M C squared. Who told me to shut the eff up? Get him out of here. I’m not gonna continue this show, until you throw him out.
You can tell the opening party is only a matter of days away from Julie’s dancey picks this week. Ruairi supports his anarcha-feminist comrades and keeps up the strive against patriarchy as an essential part of post-Marxist class struggle. Mark selects some “real” sunny Balearic beats from the Boys Own catalogue of cool. The reason for the long wait between the last listening session and this one was Andy trying to find the title of one of his choices. By humming, whistling and mumbling the melody to anyone who would care to listen, after four weeks of thought, we got there.