Yet the practice of 'offshore processing' and the prison-like conditions it produces, continues, with hundreds of refugees still trapped on the island and unable to leave. She does not have to reach upward - she is weightless already, seemingly unburdened by temporal woes. Still, the most intricate part of the track is its ability to transform with Lattimore's harp joining in and slowly turning the page from the drone minimalism towards a mesmerizing, verging on psychedelic rendition. There's a reason the term 'noir' is applied to darkly atmospheric books like this one: the French have truly mastered the genre. One of the great jazz icons, Alice Coltrane, went so far as to totally immerse herself in Indian philosophy and spirituality. Cartwright gets out by telling us what he has told us and a bow is duly put on what would constitute a perfect short set at the corner bar. It was this role which brought him under the scrutiny of Iran's totalitarian regime, which, like many governments in the region, treats Kurds repressively.
The message which this absence seems to convey is that it doesn't matter what the details are of the precise history or persecution which drove him to seek safety halfway across the world; the point is that no human being deserves to be treated with the brutality and lack of empathy that we visit upon refugees. A shady politician parades through the streets, campaigning and ultimately coming to an unfortunate end. Her argument is that activists should not ignore or disengage from conspiracy theories and the people who subscribe to them. Electronic keys draw a neon line down the center, a contemporary touch that further solidifies the Minyo Crusaders' style as belonging in the here and now, even though so much of it is from the elsewhere and then. Also, I thought it was ill how Lucas starts the series with the fourth episode. He's critical, for instance, about the way in which coverage of the refugee crisis often reduces it to one of statistics. Sometimes the officers chatter through their communication devices, confused because they don't know why these imprisoned and humiliated refugees are partying and dancing.
It's a sublime dub cut. So I looked into kinetic typography. Hopefully we can work together again. Less than 100 years later, his invention began revolutionizing American music in the form of jazz. Yet the practice of 'offshore processing' and the prison-like conditions it produces, continues, with hundreds of refugees still trapped on the island and unable to leave. Even at the album's most lounge-ready moments, the group finds itself in undiscovered soundscapes. It turns out to be a tribute to Detroit scene legend, promoter, music archivist, artist, vintage clothing purveyor, tastemaker and all-around Renaissance man Jim Shaw, who died in 2010, shortly before this album was recorded.
The tracks on this album are from this period, heavy yet melodic roots reggae. That is not necessarily coyness; it is giving up exactly as much as it feels like it wants to about itself. That shit was big for me. Yet at the end, he commits a desperate act which, although we see it coming from the opening pages, still seems radical when it arrives. Wide open and utterly oblique at the same time, these are, to paraphrase the immortal Tim Buckley, songs to the sirens. Countries as far away from Australia as Italy, Canada, and the United States treat their refugees just as cruelly, and the criticisms apply to many other countries as well. .
When greedy developers ruin our towns, divide our communities, and con us out of our hard-won savings? The book itself hovers between the inward gaze of a first-person psychological thriller and the outward gaze of a trenchant political novel. We had fun in keeping a theme with it. Lee produced some great early rocksteady and reggae singles, but it was the particularly fertile period between 1969-1972 that cemented his position as one of the leading producers in Jamaica. Even if you don't understand the language, the combination of the political and personal adds an obvious intensity to Baloji's work. Life is long and art is short.
The first half offers a historical survey of the connection between occultism and leftist thought; the second part zeroes in on conspiracy theories in the contemporary era and what they say about popular feelings of disenfranchisement. So because of what the song is about, it was important that it had a strong pop sensibility and was immediate. Agbabian composes, sings, and plays piano; Nicolas Stocker weaves in bells, gongs, Tibetan singing bowls, and other touches of percussion. Not only is Manus Island the result and consequence of a particular societal tendency that allows horrific treatment of refugees but its presence in turn affects and strengthens the very xenophobia which permits it. What happened to Kermeur's son? The sound quality is impeccable and, despite the decidedly retro styles, it sounds like it was recorded yesterday.
Unable to simply fly in and fly out as many of them do, or to return to the comfort of a safe home country after finishing an extended assignment, he's put his very body on the line for the work he does. From his cell on Manus Island, Boochani judges the Australian apartheid regime which imprisons refugees in these camps, and even if he doesn't personally enter the picture, the presence of Australia's prime minister is, nevertheless, felt. It was a process worth the time, and it has now resulted in one of the prettiest records Moore has released. It was a new way of approaching a song for me. Instead, in the uncertain geopolitics of the contemporary era, he was plucked out of the sea, tossed into a prison camp, and tortured for his efforts to stand up for human rights and democratic dignity. It's a sad coincidence that Boochani is a journalist who has been subjected to the brutality of refugee prison camps, but he reminds us that it's the voices of those who are suffering through these experiences that ought to be centralized in dialogue about the crisis.
How do such people manage to overcome the defenses of tight-knit communities? If anything, the sounds that Tobin wrests from instruments old and new create an unusual emotional experience, be it sadness, reflection, even transcendence. This manifests as a tendency among left activists to scoff at religion and spirituality as primitive and unworthy of modern progressive thought. In practice, though, the Minyo Crusaders commit, finding exciting new meeting points between different cultural aesthetics, building connections eccentric enough to put a Rube Goldberg machine to shame. Musically I wanted to write something openly melancholic but also quite ambiguous, and with no real sense of beginning or end. It isn't always four on the floor, but when it is and even when it isn't, let's face it you feel like you're being driven at high speed by an extremely competent and at the same time very reckless operator. Electronic keys draw a neon line down the center, a contemporary touch that further solidifies the Minyo Crusaders' style as belonging in the here and now, even though so much of it is from the elsewhere and then. Not exactly the kind of crowd-pleasing fare blaring from the jeeps or skimming up the Top 40, but Ray does moody well.
Conspiracy theories express an important dimension of popular culture, and they ought to be treated more seriously by scholars and activists alike. I found Richard's work on Instagram and reached out in the hope that he'd be up for working together. On paper, it smacks of a novelty act, a rehash of Hibari Misora slapped together with watered-down bossa nova. You might well expect the bearers of such a moniker to be Deerhoof-esque quirkophiles or, failing that, manufactured teeny-boppers. Hopefully we can work together again. There is a place where songs and stories come from, and you're not quite sure where or why but they find themselves through you and become your story to tell.
But with Minipop's speed of choice seemingly stuck as 'plod', A New Hope is a frustrating listen that makes you wish they'd opted to ply just some of the incessant languidness with a shot or two of adrenaline. The judge offers a surprisingly sympathetic ear. Getting out and doing more shows is a must though. In many ways an autobiographical novel, it also combines poetry and deeply lyrical passages, drawing on Kurdish and other mythologies. Having refused to acknowledge his basic humanity as a refugee, it's as though the government fears that acknowledging his profound role in Australian cultural production would open the doors to forcing them to treat other refugees more humanely. This is artisanal music that sounds almost deliberately like its opposite. Visually ChipCreative video director has successfully managed to capture that particular elusiveness and atmosphere which is present on the studio recording.