sábado, 18 de julio de 2009

Leftfield: Original (tomado de Leftism)



Leftism es uno de los mejores albums del llamado "Progessive House"* y "Dub"** de la década de los 90.
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*"Progressive" aplica a la fusión de jazz y rock (Pink Floyd o King Crimson). Hoy por hoy implica la música electrónica que trabajan la "atmósfera" con la experimentación del género. Abundan los loops de la guitarra, ruíso generado, así como mezclas con otros géneros.
**"Dub" tiene de reggae, sampleo y apropiación de canciones y melodías existentes. El re-mixeo requiere manipulación, generalmente sin voz, donde protagonizan el bass-drums y las frecuencias "riddim", eco, reverberación, y delay.

5 comentarios:

enemigorumor dijo...

Yo andaba justo ayer despachandome con algo de aphex twin..

Willi Trapiche dijo...

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QFFiPdlQOeU&feature=related aqui os dejo una de mis canciones preferidas

R.L.R. dijo...

Me cuadra el cuadro de Ramon. Hay como una onda sicodélica sesentosa entrando en escena.

Willi Trapiche dijo...

que tan grande el el cuadro y que tiempo le tomo dibujarlo ? tiene tremenda pincha....digo yo

Anónimo dijo...

Referencing the Hurakan painting, brought to mind one of my favorites.
From Piet Hein's Poets corner:

THE GOOD SHIP VENUS

Aboard the good ship Venus,
You really should have seen us,
With a figurehead of a whore in bed,
Sucking a dead man's penis.

The captain of the lugger,
Was known as a filthy bugger,
Declared unfit to shovel shit,
From one ship to another.

The cabin boys name was Chipper,
A Randy little nipper,
He shoved some glass into his ass,
And circumcised the skipper.

The first mate`s name was Morgan,
By gosh, he was a gorgon,
From half past eight he played till late,
Upon the captain`s organ

The captain`s wife was Charlotte,
Born and bred a harlot,
Her thighs at night were lily white,
By morning they were scarlet.

The captain`s daughter, Mabel,
Though young, was fresh and able,
To fornicate with the second mate,
Upon the chartroom table.

The captain`s younger daughter,
Was washed into the water,
Her plaintive squeals announced that eels,
Had found her sexual quarter.

The ship`s dog`s name was Rover,
We turned that poor thing over,
And ground and ground that faithful hound
From Teneriff to Dover.

And when we reached our station,
Through skillful navigation,
The ship got sunk, in a wave of spunk,
From too much fornication.