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]]> Mon, 13 Feb 2012 08:20:00 GMT 19B46E5EF163ABA13A2DA9E40D089B9E Sunday Mass http://metaformonline.com/home.cfm?feature=1287340&postid=1733737    ]]> Sun, 22 Jan 2012 10:02:31 GMT 8CE553386EBC59364953951783C9E4A9 Sugarsync http://metaformonline.com/home.cfm?feature=1287340&postid=1647244 Because I have a long commute to work, I bought a laptop to make beats on the train. Problem was, when I got home, I had to transfer all data files via USB or over the network. This led to the pursuit of a better solution. Everybody is in the cloud these days. The cloud is so hot right now. So I was happy to realize the clouds potential to solve my situation. In the cloud, I can save all my ableton beat files (ALS ), then open them from anywhere and edit them. So everything stays in sync. At first I was using Dropbox, but have now moved to Sugarsync. Both are great, but the free Sugarsync account has 5GB, which is enough for now. Anyway, if you are a neat-freak with your data and like to stay organized, then get your head in the cloud.
Because I have a long commute to work, I bought a laptop to make beats on the train. Problem was, when I got home, I had to transfer all data files via USB or over the network. This led to the pursuit of a better solution.

Everybody is in the cloud these days. The cloud is so hot right now. So I was happy to realize the clouds potential to solve my situation. In the cloud, I can save all my ableton beat files (ALS ), then open them from anywhere and edit them. So everything stays in sync.

At first I was using Dropbox, but have now moved to Sugarsync. Both are great, but the free Sugarsync account has 5GB, which is enough for now.

Anyway, if you are a neat-freak with your data and like to stay organized, then get your head in the cloud.

]]> Thu, 22 Dec 2011 05:31:11 GMT 9A20BA94FD8CD20AA72661C0A18ACA9A Dec 9, 2011 http://metaformonline.com/home.cfm?feature=1287340&postid=1600098 Go into the light. <!-- (DWIM) attachments start here --> <a style="display: inline;" href="http://justiceaaron.typepad.com/.a/6a01539363b800970b01539437e211970b-pi"> Go into the light.

Dec 9, 2011
]]> Fri, 09 Dec 2011 06:20:57 GMT 533AF43F63EE8E35F0A82D193BA64F66 Nov 23, 2011 http://metaformonline.com/home.cfm?feature=1287340&postid=1537133 Sailing the 7 seas for 7 months. Still no sign. Sailing the 7 seas for 7 months.
Still no sign.

]]> Wed, 23 Nov 2011 11:53:33 GMT DA9AFFEFAD18E0E689754B414FF43CE2 Now all you hookers and hoes know how i feel.... http://metaformonline.com/home.cfm?feature=1287340&postid=1526968 It's a cold morning in Tokyo, the train is crammed with black suits. I am reading one of my favorite music business blogs on mobile, and i come accross this interesting parable written by&nbsp;Adam Walton. It's a good read for all music fans, as well as fellow DIY artists/labels. http://www.bbc.co.uk/blogs/walesmusic/2011/09/the-cabinet-maker.shtml BEGIN &quot; I have been reading - increasingly - of the economic hardships some of our most respected artists are facing during these hard times. We're all under the cosh, of course, but for many of our revered, leftfield musical minds the situation is compounded by the fact that 'touring musician 1999-2011' doesn't look great on a CV. Being able to finger a Bm with an authority that elevates you from the morass isn't a transferable skill. The real frustration for me, as someone who so values the music these people make, is that these artists would not be struggling if the tens of thousands of people around the world who consume their music had all paid for the privilege. And it is a privilege. We're on the verge of losing these bands for good. Fact. Amateur hacks will run amok, the corporate puppets will cast even greater shadows. If you love off-centre music that can't be made on a laptop and can't afford to be given away for free, now is the time to fight for it, to value it. I started writing a particularly sanctimonious blog on the subject. Something of a parable grew in its place... There is a man in a village somewhere in Wales. He is more good than bad. He still feels guilty about the ants, the spectacles and the sunlight when he was a kid. He got a buzz out of Bob-a-Jobbing for the OAPs but he's also got into a few scuffles, kissed some girls he shouldn't have done, and he has been known to take a few drinks. Still, he is a long way south of being a bad man. One of the things that keeps him on the straight and narrow is his passion. It has stopped his days from filling with bitterness or boredom. Because his folks have instilled in him a strong work ethic, he becomes very good at it. His passion is to work with wood. He started off whittling in his room when he was a boy. Then he learnt about dovetails and filled the family house with boxes in a multitude of sizes. The walls fairly teetered with all of the shelves and cupboards. He put his dues in, but it rarely felt like hard work. It felt like his calling. He left school with a few bits of paper in his hand. His mum and dad are proud of the pieces of paper, but he's not all that bothered. He knows what he wants to do. So he starts a business, earns himself a wife who loves him for his heart and his fingertips, and works to keep a roof over his new family's head. He spends a week building a cabinet out of the finest wood he can find. He puts an advert in the newspaper. &quot;Handmade oak cabinet. &pound;150.&quot; A friendly woman comes into his shop and marvels at the cabinet: &quot;That's just what I was looking for! I didn't think I'd ever find one this perfect. Oh, I will definitely tell all of my friends about this. It's expensive, but you get what you pay for.&quot; The man sells the cabinet to the woman. She's very happy and so is the man. The &pound;150 pays for food, water, the roof and clothes for his new baby. His reputation spreads to the villages in the vicinity and the nearby town. The workshop gets a little bigger. He employs a couple of people to help him. There is another baby. The fact that the supermarket down the road has started selling cheap imitations of his cabinets seems to have made people value his work more. For a while, life is good. But he begins to notice a change in the attitude of the people arriving at the shop. Some appear to be surprised that he wants money for his cabinets. &quot;These are very nice,&quot; says one customer stroking the wood. &quot;But I can get this free elsewhere. Why do you want me to pay for it?&quot; This confuses the man. Where can you get cabinets for nothing? Another customer picks a cabinet up and starts to take it to his car without paying. &quot;You want money for this? Really? It's just a cabinet...&quot; These incidents worry the man a little. But mostly people still come and are happy to buy his finely-crafted cabinets. However, unbeknown to the man - initially, at least - there has been an amazing new technological development. Some of his customers are - by virtue of this new magic - able to take his cabinets home with them and make perfect, loveless facsimiles of them. They share them amongst their family and friends with a large amount of pride. A curious new network is harnessed to share these perfect facsimiles all over the world. It isn't long before the people most lustful about cabinet sharing forget all about the man with the roof and the babies and the wood and the tools. As the months pass, more and more of the sharers have no idea that the cabinets came from actual human hands. They think cabinets fall out of the sky perfectly formed, or - at least - out of Channel 3 on a Saturday evening. Impenetrable philosophies of entitlement spread between the sharers in a superflu of ignorance. They think that by passing on things made with passion, vision and talent they are somehow more passionate, visionary and talented themselves, romantic Robin Hood figures, benevolently sharing out the world's cabinet riches because the corporate daddios behind all this wood don't need no more of our bread, man! No-one raises a dissenting voice for our man, independent and alone with his talents and his roof and the babies and the wood and the tools. Far fewer customers turn up at his workshop. Life becomes a struggle. He sees cabinets almost everywhere he goes, but the love that he put into making them isn't reflected by the people who have them strewn all over their houses and gardens. His sense of anguish is amplified by the letters he receives praising the quality of his cabinets. He gets thousands of letters from lovers of his wonderful cabinets from all over the world, but his order books show he only sold them in their hundreds. His fame as a cabinet maker is now international, but he can no longer afford to get his kids a school uniform that fits. He never sees his wife because she's out doing shift work. He breaks a chisel and can't afford to replace it. Someone in the pub suggests he should take the cabinets he can no longer afford to make to various showrooms around the world, forget about ones he's losing on the network, write them off as 'advertising'. Another suggests he should be grateful that people want his cabinets enough to steal them and that, anyway, he should just be making them for the love of making them. This bloke, aglow with the righteousness of someone completely unaffected by the subject they're lecturing on, even dares criticise this most talented of cabinet-makers for not embracing the times: &quot;Nowadays, we can all make our own cabinets! I've got GarageCarpenter on my computer at home. Why should you expect to go into the finest workshops or have access to the best tools and materials?&quot; The man hears a silent coda at the end of this question: &quot;if I can't&quot;, but he doesn't say anything. What's the point? He realises he has become Canute of oak. It's a desperate situation. More people than ever have his cabinets, they boast about how many they have in front of his face, but none have paid for them. &quot;Things have moved on,&quot; they say. &quot;Get with the times.&quot; But the times don't count for much at the supermarket checkout or with the red letter demands that pile up every morning on his doormat. One cold night, the cabinet maker waits for his wife to go out to work, tucks his children up in bed, and reaches for the length of hosepipe he hid behind his dusty workbench. But the engine coughs and splutters to a halt before the car fills with enough fumes. Petrol's a bit more expensive than it used to be. He just sits there coughing a bit. His eyes could be watering because of the smoke, or they could be tears. It doesn't make any difference. It certainly doesn't to the guys in the pub who get to go home to houses so full of cabinets that most of them are left to moulder in the back garden or in the neighbour's skip. The man ends up temping for an agency. His hands go soft. His face goes blank. It's not long before the people in the pub start bemoaning the lack of decent cabinets &quot;these days&quot;. END Original article and comments here: http://www.bbc.co.uk/blogs/walesmusic/2011/09/the-cabinet-maker.shtml I am not bitter. I will not fight evolution. If you can't beat them, join them. I am a hollow reed. I love you. -Justice I am reading one of my favorite music business blogs on mobile, and i come accross this interesting parable written by Adam Walton.
It's a good read for all music fans, as well as fellow DIY artists/labels.
http://www.bbc.co.uk/blogs/walesmusic/2011/09/the-cabinet-maker.shtml

BEGIN

" I have been reading - increasingly - of the economic hardships some of our most respected artists are facing during these hard times. We're all under the cosh, of course, but for many of our revered, leftfield musical minds the situation is compounded by the fact that 'touring musician 1999-2011' doesn't look great on a CV. Being able to finger a Bm with an authority that elevates you from the morass isn't a transferable skill.

The real frustration for me, as someone who so values the music these people make, is that these artists would not be struggling if the tens of thousands of people around the world who consume their music had all paid for the privilege.

And it is a privilege.

We're on the verge of losing these bands for good. Fact. Amateur hacks will run amok, the corporate puppets will cast even greater shadows. If you love off-centre music that can't be made on a laptop and can't afford to be given away for free, now is the time to fight for it, to value it.

I started writing a particularly sanctimonious blog on the subject. Something of a parable grew in its place...

There is a man in a village somewhere in Wales. He is more good than bad. He still feels guilty about the ants, the spectacles and the sunlight when he was a kid. He got a buzz out of Bob-a-Jobbing for the OAPs but he's also got into a few scuffles, kissed some girls he shouldn't have done, and he has been known to take a few drinks. Still, he is a long way south of being a bad man.

One of the things that keeps him on the straight and narrow is his passion. It has stopped his days from filling with bitterness or boredom. Because his folks have instilled in him a strong work ethic, he becomes very good at it.

His passion is to work with wood. He started off whittling in his room when he was a boy. Then he learnt about dovetails and filled the family house with boxes in a multitude of sizes. The walls fairly teetered with all of the shelves and cupboards. He put his dues in, but it rarely felt like hard work. It felt like his calling.

He left school with a few bits of paper in his hand. His mum and dad are proud of the pieces of paper, but he's not all that bothered. He knows what he wants to do. So he starts a business, earns himself a wife who loves him for his heart and his fingertips, and works to keep a roof over his new family's head.

He spends a week building a cabinet out of the finest wood he can find. He puts an advert in the newspaper. "Handmade oak cabinet. £150." A friendly woman comes into his shop and marvels at the cabinet: "That's just what I was looking for! I didn't think I'd ever find one this perfect. Oh, I will definitely tell all of my friends about this. It's expensive, but you get what you pay for."

The man sells the cabinet to the woman. She's very happy and so is the man. The £150 pays for food, water, the roof and clothes for his new baby.

His reputation spreads to the villages in the vicinity and the nearby town. The workshop gets a little bigger. He employs a couple of people to help him. There is another baby. The fact that the supermarket down the road has started selling cheap imitations of his cabinets seems to have made people value his work more. For a while, life is good.

But he begins to notice a change in the attitude of the people arriving at the shop. Some appear to be surprised that he wants money for his cabinets.

"These are very nice," says one customer stroking the wood. "But I can get this free elsewhere. Why do you want me to pay for it?"

This confuses the man. Where can you get cabinets for nothing?

Another customer picks a cabinet up and starts to take it to his car without paying.

"You want money for this? Really? It's just a cabinet..."

These incidents worry the man a little. But mostly people still come and are happy to buy his finely-crafted cabinets.

However, unbeknown to the man - initially, at least - there has been an amazing new technological development. Some of his customers are - by virtue of this new magic - able to take his cabinets home with them and make perfect, loveless facsimiles of them. They share them amongst their family and friends with a large amount of pride.

A curious new network is harnessed to share these perfect facsimiles all over the world. It isn't long before the people most lustful about cabinet sharing forget all about the man with the roof and the babies and the wood and the tools. As the months pass, more and more of the sharers have no idea that the cabinets came from actual human hands. They think cabinets fall out of the sky perfectly formed, or - at least - out of Channel 3 on a Saturday evening.

Impenetrable philosophies of entitlement spread between the sharers in a superflu of ignorance. They think that by passing on things made with passion, vision and talent they are somehow more passionate, visionary and talented themselves, romantic Robin Hood figures, benevolently sharing out the world's cabinet riches because the corporate daddios behind all this wood don't need no more of our bread, man!

No-one raises a dissenting voice for our man, independent and alone with his talents and his roof and the babies and the wood and the tools. Far fewer customers turn up at his workshop. Life becomes a struggle. He sees cabinets almost everywhere he goes, but the love that he put into making them isn't reflected by the people who have them strewn all over their houses and gardens.

His sense of anguish is amplified by the letters he receives praising the quality of his cabinets. He gets thousands of letters from lovers of his wonderful cabinets from all over the world, but his order books show he only sold them in their hundreds.

His fame as a cabinet maker is now international, but he can no longer afford to get his kids a school uniform that fits. He never sees his wife because she's out doing shift work. He breaks a chisel and can't afford to replace it.

Someone in the pub suggests he should take the cabinets he can no longer afford to make to various showrooms around the world, forget about ones he's losing on the network, write them off as 'advertising'.

Another suggests he should be grateful that people want his cabinets enough to steal them and that, anyway, he should just be making them for the love of making them. This bloke, aglow with the righteousness of someone completely unaffected by the subject they're lecturing on, even dares criticise this most talented of cabinet-makers for not embracing the times: "Nowadays, we can all make our own cabinets! I've got GarageCarpenter on my computer at home. Why should you expect to go into the finest workshops or have access to the best tools and materials?"

The man hears a silent coda at the end of this question: "if I can't", but he doesn't say anything. What's the point? He realises he has become Canute of oak. It's a desperate situation. More people than ever have his cabinets, they boast about how many they have in front of his face, but none have paid for them.

"Things have moved on," they say. "Get with the times."

But the times don't count for much at the supermarket checkout or with the red letter demands that pile up every morning on his doormat.

One cold night, the cabinet maker waits for his wife to go out to work, tucks his children up in bed, and reaches for the length of hosepipe he hid behind his dusty workbench. But the engine coughs and splutters to a halt before the car fills with enough fumes. Petrol's a bit more expensive than it used to be. He just sits there coughing a bit.

His eyes could be watering because of the smoke, or they could be tears. It doesn't make any difference. It certainly doesn't to the guys in the pub who get to go home to houses so full of cabinets that most of them are left to moulder in the back garden or in the neighbour's skip.

The man ends up temping for an agency. His hands go soft. His face goes blank. It's not long before the people in the pub start bemoaning the lack of decent cabinets "these days".


END


Original article and comments here:
http://www.bbc.co.uk/blogs/walesmusic/2011/09/the-cabinet-maker.shtml


I am not bitter. I will not fight evolution. If you can't beat them, join them. I am a hollow reed. I love you.
-Justice]]> Mon, 21 Nov 2011 08:25:00 GMT 67BC40F9F19C7B161D93733592C226AC 2011: Make It Sexy http://metaformonline.com/home.cfm?feature=1287340&postid=674796 &nbsp;Hey fam, thanks for making 2010 such a hot year. &nbsp;To start this new one off right, check out this free download of a demo track which was originally set for The Electric Mist, a song called &quot;Make It Sexy&quot;. &nbsp; It's about handling the stresses of life with class and style, let's make it sexy. &nbsp;<a href="./files/Metaform-Make_It_Sexy.mp3">Download here.  Hey fam, thanks for making 2010 such a hot year.  To start this new one off right, check out this free download of a demo track which was originally set for The Electric Mist, a song called "Make It Sexy".   It's about handling the stresses of life with class and style, let's make it sexy.  Download here.]]> Mon, 03 Jan 2011 10:38:01 GMT 0305CF9C058083AA2055F4096BB6C330 And the winner is..... http://metaformonline.com/home.cfm?feature=1287340&postid=668588 Finally, after long debate, and a bit of drama, the votes are in. &nbsp;The title of 'Official' Electric Eyes remix goes to Sektosikso for his very creative reworking of the song. &nbsp;Congrats to him. &nbsp;Check it out here: <a href="http://soundcloud.com/sektosikso/metaform-electric-eyes-sektosikso-remix">metaform - electric eyes (sektosikso remix) by <a href="http://soundcloud.com/sektosikso">sektosikso Also congrats to Mashinist for coming in at number 2, Hugo Kant at number 3. Honorable mention goes out to Rob Relish and Enter the Dojo. Thanks to everybody for contributing all your hot remixes. Finally, after long debate, and a bit of drama, the votes are in.  The title of 'Official' Electric Eyes remix goes to Sektosikso for his very creative reworking of the song.  Congrats to him.  Check it out here:

metaform - electric eyes (sektosikso remix) by sektosikso

Also congrats to Mashinist for coming in at number 2, Hugo Kant at number 3. Honorable mention goes out to Rob Relish and Enter the Dojo. Thanks to everybody for contributing all your hot remixes.]]> Thu, 30 Dec 2010 14:10:00 GMT 1A88DE7635939B6B192632FB6D1985C9 Vote for the Official "Electric Eyes" Remix http://metaformonline.com/home.cfm?feature=1287340&postid=469610 At long last, the time has come to cast your vote for your favorite &quot;Electric Eyes&quot; remix. The remix artist to have amassed the most votes at the end of October 30th will be deemed the winner. Second and Third runners up will also be made. Voting ends October 30th, 2010. At long last, the time has come to cast your vote for your favorite "Electric Eyes" remix. The remix artist to have amassed the most votes at the end of October 30th will be deemed the winner. Second and Third runners up will also be made.

Voting ends October 30th, 2010.
]]> Wed, 29 Sep 2010 17:40:00 GMT 17B61414205C90351723DFFEA0423528 Electric Eyes Remix Final Entries http://metaformonline.com/home.cfm?feature=1287340&postid=434488 <a href="http://soundcloud.com/groups/metaform-electric-eyes-remix-competition">Metaform - Electric Eyes Remix Competition Metaform - Electric Eyes Remix Competition]]> Wed, 08 Sep 2010 19:33:13 GMT 972E421194FBF27273285A7C8759B931 Some New Live Vids from Tokyo Super Deluxe 2010 http://metaformonline.com/home.cfm?feature=1287340&postid=420096
]]> Mon, 30 Aug 2010 20:15:00 GMT 65AEA2CDDEAF5197FA1CA4B9C74CACB3 Electric Eyes Remix Update http://metaformonline.com/home.cfm?feature=1287340&postid=377740 ]]> Sun, 01 Aug 2010 07:50:34 GMT 1ED9AC38A7B4B660E76DF45C985C3A43 Electric Creedence Mashup by Angels and Filth http://metaformonline.com/home.cfm?feature=1287340&postid=369190 ]]> Mon, 26 Jul 2010 10:26:36 GMT 70FE667A722F711E26E099DB98A5D95F Electric Eyes Remix Competition http://metaformonline.com/home.cfm?feature=1287340&postid=345268 The time is upon us once again where we all have the chance to determine the direction of the Metaform project.&nbsp; This time the invitation goes out to all the beat-makers, musicians, remixers and producers.&nbsp; I humbly invite you to remix the first track from the new album, &quot;Electric Eyes&quot;.&nbsp; The winning remix will receive the title of &quot;Official Remix&quot; and it will be broadcast to thousands of Press and Radio people, as well as the entire Metaform audience.&nbsp; Two runners up will also recieve honorable mention.&nbsp; To begin your remix, please first download the <a target="_new" href="http://t.opsp.in/IL3l">Electric Eyes accapella here, then remix.&nbsp; BPM=75.&nbsp; Once completed, submit your remix in the dropbox below, deadline is September 1, 2010.&nbsp; a.soundcloud-dropbox:hover {color: white !important; background-color: transparent !important; background-position: -250px 0 !important;}*html a.soundcloud-dropbox {background-image: none !important; filter: progid:DXImageTransform.Microsoft.AlphaImageLoader(src='(http://a1.soundcloud.com/images/dropbox_small_dark.png?d2ab3a)', sizingMethod='crop') !important;}/* if you want to have valid HTML, please be so kind and put the style part in the head of your page */<a class="soundcloud-dropbox" style="display: block; margin: 10px auto; background: url(&quot;http://a1.soundcloud.com/images/dropbox_small_dark.png?d2ab3a&quot;) no-repeat scroll left top transparent; color: rgb(217, 217, 217); font-size: 10px; height: 30px; padding: 26px 60px 0pt 12px; width: 127px; text-decoration: none; font-family: &quot;Lucida Grande&quot;,Helvetica,Arial,sans-serif; line-height: 1.3em;" href="http://soundcloud.com/groups/metaform-electric-eyes-remix-competition/dropbox">Send us your track Note: all remixes will be publicly available for listening once uploaded to the Soundcloud remix page. The time is upon us once again where we all have the chance to determine the direction of the Metaform project.  This time the invitation goes out to all the beat-makers, musicians, remixers and producers.  I humbly invite you to remix the first track from the new album, "Electric Eyes".  The winning remix will receive the title of "Official Remix" and it will be broadcast to thousands of Press and Radio people, as well as the entire Metaform audience.  Two runners up will also recieve honorable mention.  To begin your remix, please first download the Electric Eyes accapella here, then remix.  BPM=75.  Once completed, submit your remix in the dropbox below, deadline is September 1, 2010. 

Send us your track
Note: all remixes will be publicly available for listening once uploaded to the Soundcloud remix page.
]]> Mon, 05 Jul 2010 15:05:00 GMT 3AF17AABE4E0E4FEA150FEB93F78F2BE An Electric Review http://metaformonline.com/home.cfm?feature=1287340&postid=341978 L.A. born, Tokyo-based producer/muso/songwriter Justice Aaron is the one-man band behind the electro-pop/hip-hop project also known as METAFORM. A prominent face in the world of trip-hop, he's still perhaps best known for his big-selling 2008 debut album 'Standing On The Shoulders Of Giants' (a record constructed entirely from samples). Simmering opener 'Electric Eyes' burns as lightning flashes strike bedsit dreams, and there's a hint of in-touch-with-the-feminine also present, as the three minute drama skips in step with the lunar cycle. Rapid-fire beats signal a change of pace without an overall hike-up of the tempo, as 'Revenge Of A Nerd' nods and chimes self-reflexively at the anorak qualities that analogue synth enthusiasts and aficionados seem to share (C'mon all you ambient house devotees, get your hands up!). There's a readily apparent celebration of the marginal in the album's subject matter (as demonstrated by tracks entitled 'OCD' and 'Secretly Alone', the latter being the most shimmering ode to solitary obscurity on the ear at least). The collection is also recognisable as such due to its shared tones of heartbreak and super-urgency. The vocal FX might be off-putting (this type of noise never fails to put me in mind of that nasty Cher single), but there is power behind these quickfire bursts of semi-abstract electro-anguish. Largely incidental in structure, with smatterings of drum and bass percussion adding a racing pulse, the average three-minute track length is only excerpt-size for the genre, so THE ELECTRIC MIST plays like a series of brief encounters, most of which successfully harness quite incredible tension due to tricks of speed and and a resulting form of ambience that seems to misfire or represent dysfunction in some way. The melodies are deep-set to say the least (the dreamlike, but instantly likeable 'Door Number One' being the only exception). 'Electric Mist' is a boys' record that will appeal to beat professors and techno enthusiasts in the main, but the appeal definitely grows with each listen as this odd series of snapshots and momentary glances begins to get to work on the soul. As a proper anorak boy myself (though not quite up to trainspotter standard), I therefore think it's pretty brill, so there you go. It definitely gets my vote, so I'm giving it the (pretty) big thumbs-up, almost without hesitation. END Written by Mike Roberts at whisperinandhollerin.com
Simmering opener 'Electric Eyes' burns as lightning flashes strike bedsit dreams, and there's a hint of in-touch-with-the-feminine also present, as the three minute drama skips in step with the lunar cycle.

Rapid-fire beats signal a change of pace without an overall hike-up of the tempo, as 'Revenge Of A Nerd' nods and chimes self-reflexively at the anorak qualities that analogue synth enthusiasts and aficionados seem to share (C'mon all you ambient house devotees, get your hands up!).

There's a readily apparent celebration of the marginal in the album's subject matter (as demonstrated by tracks entitled 'OCD' and 'Secretly Alone', the latter being the most shimmering ode to solitary obscurity on the ear at least). The collection is also recognisable as such due to its shared tones of heartbreak and super-urgency.

The vocal FX might be off-putting (this type of noise never fails to put me in mind of that nasty Cher single), but there is power behind these quickfire bursts of semi-abstract electro-anguish. Largely incidental in structure, with smatterings of drum and bass percussion adding a racing pulse, the average three-minute track length is only excerpt-size for the genre, so THE ELECTRIC MIST plays like a series of brief encounters, most of which successfully harness quite incredible tension due to tricks of speed and and a resulting form of ambience that seems to misfire or represent dysfunction in some way.

The melodies are deep-set to say the least (the dreamlike, but instantly likeable 'Door Number One' being the only exception). 'Electric Mist' is a boys' record that will appeal to beat professors and techno enthusiasts in the main, but the appeal definitely grows with each listen as this odd series of snapshots and momentary glances begins to get to work on the soul.

As a proper anorak boy myself (though not quite up to trainspotter standard), I therefore think it's pretty brill, so there you go. It definitely gets my vote, so I'm giving it the (pretty) big thumbs-up, almost without hesitation.
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Written by Mike Roberts at whisperinandhollerin.com
]]> Thu, 01 Jul 2010 22:13:39 GMT 62D866E28C52A94B5D8226237C5465F4 Electric Eyes http://metaformonline.com/home.cfm?feature=1287340&postid=330114 I&rsquo;m counting the moons, while I&rsquo;m thinking of you while I&rsquo;m jamming this tune, and I&rsquo;m keepin it true. I savor the mood, til seven the morn Got diamonds for souls, I&rsquo;m a regular dude. Some keepin quiet, while I&rsquo;m starting a riot Just give me a reason, and it&rsquo;s gotta be live. I&rsquo;m sitting alone in a one bedroom home, like a rocket ship that&rsquo;s about to explode. I saw the flash of light, inside my mind, I like it so divine, electric eyes. Got something to say on a rainy day My 9-5 can&rsquo;t take my soul. I&rsquo;m too awake I&rsquo;m too alive Not satisfied with a world of lies. Lay down in a grave go back to sleep Or so they&rsquo;d wish for you to go away Your one true face could shine so bright I see in you electric eyes I saw the flash of light, inside my mind, I like it so divine, electric eyes. while I’m jamming this tune, and I’m keepin it true.
I savor the mood, til seven the morn
Got diamonds for souls, I’m a regular dude.
Some keepin quiet, while I’m starting a riot
Just give me a reason, and it’s gotta be live.
I’m sitting alone in a one bedroom home,
like a rocket ship that’s about to explode.

I saw the flash of light, inside my mind,
I like it so divine, electric eyes.

Got something to say on a rainy day
My 9-5 can’t take my soul.
I’m too awake I’m too alive
Not satisfied with a world of lies.
Lay down in a grave go back to sleep
Or so they’d wish for you to go away
Your one true face could shine so bright
I see in you electric eyes

I saw the flash of light, inside my mind,
I like it so divine, electric eyes.

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]]> Sat, 05 Jun 2010 14:45:00 GMT F0DD1206B32EAF5CE86414C65C0B8AEA If http://metaformonline.com/home.cfm?feature=1287340&postid=309973 If you live in the world of men, you may become a man. If you live in your own world, you will become yourself. If you live in the world of men, you may become a man. If you live in your own world, you will become yourself.
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