Gonna be in UK 14th July until 27th approx

Leo

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the only thing with a buzz is it grows in a little weird, since it wasn't cut with any layering.
 

IdleRich

IdleRich
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At the Windmill... this was a band with Lewis of Morbid Books fame reading poetry while the rest of them created an acid house backing track and messed around with a theremin and stuff. The whole thing was done in twenty minutes... unusually for me I could have done with a bit more.
 

IdleRich

IdleRich
One time Damo Suzuki played here - that thing he used to do where he would do a kinda improvised jam thing with a local band. I was the support DJ, for my efforts I was paid the princely sum of £11. Not a misprint, they paid me eleven pounds.
 

IdleRich

IdleRich
World Unknown; when I started going it would take place in some dodgy tunnel in total pitch blackness augmented with dry ice, punctuated occasionally by a slashing white strobe, and even though you couldn't see it felt as though it was filled with nutters having it. The music was slow, dark and heavy as fuck acid and it went on all fucking night. Sometimes it was so intense and hot I wondered if everyone would still be standing when the smoke cleared...

Fast forward ten or more years and we're meeting mates at the Fox and Firkin Lewisham where the latest incarnation of World Unknown takes place. The average age of the punters makes me feel young, the room is a bit lighter than I'd like it to be honest and it finishes at a rather sedate 4am. The music has changed too, the pace risen and at times it's a kind of dark hi-nrg that he's boshing out although the oldies can't keep that pace all night so he dials it down a bit for the last hour, trippy and weird stuff. And to me, somehow, although the sound is different, the feel or aesthetic or something has been preserved. The slight uneasiness beneath the rocking beats and - here's the thing - they are fucking rocking. You never hear a selection this good in Portugal. I haven't danced this much for ages, I'm dripping with sweat, soaked through and I'm not the only one. In fact, the sweat wipes away the entrance stamp and the motherfucker on the door refuses to let me back in despite the fact I had chatted to him on the way out

Sure I'd have preferred it to be in a grimy warehouse and my personal inclination is more towards new beat acid than whatever you call it he's playing now, but it's great music and a great party. I'm impressed that he's still keeping it new and fresh and seemingly playing with passion when he could just kinda go through the motions - people tell me he's on form tonight so maybe it ain't always so good, I dunno. A while back we had actually booked Andy Blake to come play for us in Lisbon but the event was one of the casualties of the first lockdown. Luckily I saw the way the wind was blowing and held back on buying his flights... and as time moved on we never resurrected that night. Now I'm starting to wonder if we should. I would like to see this guy teach Lisbon a thing or two.

It's taken us two hours to get home mind which means I'm bored enough to write this. Also, I realised that some of you were upset by that blurred picture so I grab a better 5am version for you.

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When we arrive home two young foxes are playing outside our tower block. The other night we lay on the grass at the front about 3am until the local fox family stopped caring and approached us before frolicking around surprisingly close to us. I guess it's the same gang now so we feed em some chips.

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catalog

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I used to like the night time vermin around London as well. When I had mates living in Stoke Newington and used to go to squat parties with them, we'd get back to the flat 7am or whatever and sit up for a few hours and we'd get to that point where people are asleep in their chairs and trailing off mid sentence and there would always be a point where a little mouse would scoot out from under the floorboards and do a quick hoover of all the crumbs, sometimes walking over people as they slept. Myself and one other friend who would often be still awake bug unable to communicate verbally would just watch and marvel at it. It became like that was the best part of the night and for my friend it got to be that he couldn't sleep till he'd seen that mouse. We nicknamed him mousey.
 

IdleRich

IdleRich
Great stuff. I did actually see a mouse on the way home too come to think of it. On the Jubilee line, was gonna take a photo but it vanished through a seemingly impossibly small hole first.

The other day saw a rat in Victoria Park just kinda chilling in the undergrowth. They're the ones I can't stand, bring back bad memories of my rat-infested flat. Especially this particularly guy - Ratty - I honestly think he was bigger than Foxy and his mate Foxy.
 

yyaldrin

in je ogen waait de wind
World Unknown; when I started going it would take place in some dodgy tunnel in total pitch blackness augmented with dry ice, punctuated occasionally by a slashing white strobe, and even though you couldn't see it felt as though it was filled with nutters having it. The music was slow, dark and heavy as fuck acid and it went on all fucking night. Sometimes it was so intense and hot I wondered if everyone would still be standing when the smoke cleared...

Fast forward ten or more years and we're meeting mates at the Fox and Firkin Lewisham where the latest incarnation of World Unknown takes place. The average age of the punters makes me feel young, the room is a bit lighter than I'd like it to be honest and it finishes at a rather sedate 4am. The music has changed too, the pace risen and at times it's a kind of dark hi-nrg that he's boshing out although the oldies can't keep that pace all night so he dials it down a bit for the last hour, trippy and weird stuff. And to me, somehow, although the sound is different, the feel or aesthetic or something has been preserved. The slight uneasiness beneath the rocking beats and - here's the thing - they are fucking rocking. You never hear a selection this good in Portugal. I haven't danced this much for ages, I'm dripping with sweat, soaked through and I'm not the only one. In fact, the sweat wipes away the entrance stamp and the motherfucker on the door refuses to let me back in despite the fact I had chatted to him on the way out

Sure I'd have preferred it to be in a grimy warehouse and my personal inclination is more towards new beat acid than whatever you call it he's playing now, but it's great music and a great party. I'm impressed that he's still keeping it new and fresh and seemingly playing with passion when he could just kinda go through the motions - people tell me he's on form tonight so maybe it ain't always so good, I dunno. A while back we had actually booked Andy Blake to come play for us in Lisbon but the event was one of the casualties of the first lockdown. Luckily I saw the way the wind was blowing and held back on buying his flights... and as time moved on we never resurrected that night. Now I'm starting to wonder if we should. I would like to see this guy teach Lisbon a thing or two.

It's taken us two hours to get home mind which means I'm bored enough to write this. Also, I realised that some of you were upset by that blurred picture so I grab a better 5am version for you.

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When we arrive home two young foxes are playing outside our tower block. The other night we lay on the grass at the front about 3am until the local fox family stopped caring and approached us before frolicking around surprisingly close to us. I guess it's the same gang now so we feed em some chips.

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such a miserable bit of grass. did it stop raining in england?
 

IdleRich

IdleRich
such a miserable bit of grass. did it stop raining in england?
I guess it stopped raining a while back. But that's not such a bad bit of grass really, covers a decent area, has some trees and enough bushes for a family of seven foxes to live in. Yes it's gone a bit brown and the morning light made it appear more washed out and faded than it is.

But it's a lot more grass than you might expect by a tower block in East London.

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The fox in the pic was in the bottom right of the above pic.

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IdleRich

IdleRich
It's my flat, has four rooms to rent out. One is empty at the momemt so we decided to turn that to our advantage and stay there.

If you look up the view is more like this.

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