tisdag 23 juni 2009


Jag har bestämt mig för att äntligen flytta hela skiten till wordpress.com,

glöm runkbaset.blogspot.com och brytburken.blogspot.com, nu finns allt på


That's right folks, everything is moved to


See y'all there!

tisdag 16 juni 2009

Travelling Through The Minimal Nation #2: FORM FROM MORF

Force Tracks releases the ideal meditative urban music. While ambient, drone, noise is the typical soundtrack for sinking into the void of contemplative nothingness, the dubbed-out tech-house and digital disco that Force Tracks has specialized in means meditation in movement, it means contemplating when moving through squares, stores, parks, crowds in streets, it means the increased perception of the urban landscape when riding buses and trains with headphones. House music, generally bouncing along at around 120 bpm (which equals the heart rate of an excited human body), becomes the city's pulse.

This is not the same landscape as in the futuristic, industrial decay of Detroit, nor the deep bunker dubs of Basic Channel. This is not the wastelands. It is more affirmative than critical in relation to the modern urban landscape. That comes from a technological paradigm, from the fact that we are listening to laptop-techno, dance music that puts the best elements from IDM and glitch upon a finely mechanized funk; the analog assassins have grown up. The Birth Of New Life has become adult. Some days that feels like a good thing.

Listen to:

Andrew Weatherall - Hypercity

MRI - All That Glitters

SCSI-9 - Digital Russian

Luomo - The Present Lover

Benjamin Wild - With Compliments

måndag 15 juni 2009

Travelling Through The Minimal Nation #1: Breakthrough In The Grey Area

Listening to Robert Hood's Deep Concentration: The Grey Area Mix.

I want to thank everyone who has pointed me towards this name in the past. With time you get to the important things in life - whether it be books, movies, or music - and then it all makes sense. I rarely listen to mixes (I prefer the fully physical live situation, with people moving mechanically around me; or perhaps I just have too short attention to span), but when it is put together this brilliantly, it is visionary funk in its purest, most beautiful form. It takes you places never seen, never before imagined.

Long live modern mythology, mass movements, motherships, minimal meditation, man machines, Motor City.

"Robert Hood makes minimal Detroit techno with an emphasis on soul and experimentation over flash and popularity."

KRS-ONE - Maximum Strength

Released last year, Maximum Strength sounds much better than what an artist's 21st album should have the chance of doing.

But if you feel hiphop with reggae is played out (I don't), maybe you should pass on these.

KRS-ONE - Beware

KRS-ONE - All My Men

söndag 14 juni 2009

Low Down Drum n' Bass @ Bodoni 26/6

Fredagen den 26e juni slår vi upp portarna för en ny drum n' bass klubb här i malmö. Stället är Bodoni precis bredvid KB på bergsgatan. Om den här kvällen går bra kommer vi fortsätta att köra en kväll i månaden för att erbjuda malmös dnb törstande skara ett vattenhål att gå till.

Först ut har vi tagit hit vår gode vän Phono som står bakom Leet recordings. Som alltid utlovar han ett set med en massa nya grymma dubs blandat med klassisk dnb. Warm upen står Southern connections troopers Haywire och Camonition för.

Kom dit och supporta!

26e juni
Bodoni, Bergsgatan 20

Efterlängtat. Malmö är törstigt!

fredag 12 juni 2009

"Pun, the one that makes the kids run"

Watching Flow TV's special on Big Pun got me listening to his classics again.

Big Pun was mad charismatic, made better battle raps than anybody, managed to pull of some OK club songs, penned introspective and relationship songs without making a fool of himself, narrated great storytelling tracks, and even dropped powerful political comments. And he was the illest lyrcially, ever. He seperated himself from other technical monsters, such as Canibus, by always keeping the multisyllable madness, the scientific, hyper futuristic lingo deep within the pain and struggles of his everyday life. It is there for a reason, not for just for showing off.

Let us look at often quoted rhyme from his first album. Being in need of money, Fat Joe and Big Pun have agreed to do a quick job for the mob. Everything seemed to go be going well, but soon they will discover something about the people they left "dead in the middle of Little Italy":
"Little did we know we riddled two middle men who didn't know diddily".
With that language-stretching syllable-fest he establishes the scene, introduces two minor characters, tells us what happened to them, and what went wrong. I'm not saying he was the greatest ever. But had he been able to carry his weight and record a catalouge as deep as those of Scarface, Cormega, Ice-T, KRS-ONE, Tupac Shakur, Kool G Rap or Rakim, he might have been just that.

At times Big Pun preferred to spit that undilluted street venom so very few artists are capable of producing these days. Besides being the most technical, he was also one of the most hardcore rappers ever. Proof below; Pun at his rawest, ugliest, at his most obnoxious and ignorant.

Fat Joe, Big Pun & Eightball - Heavy Weights