what a find, this is great, thanks prostheticknowledge:

Wagon Christ - Dj Set for @Follow Me Radio

30 minute mix of oldschool hardcore UK dance

1. Jesus Christ Superstar — Terry Wallace & His Interstellar Moog Sounds
2. The Army Now — Art Of Noise
3. Make Da Moov — Outlaw Posse
4. Bonus Beats — BTL
5. Maggie’s Last Party — V.I.M.
6. Retrocide ‘93 — Son Of Noise
7. Zoooommm — Jeuce
8. The Dark Spirits — II Exodus
9. Reachin’ — 4Hero
10. The Lift — Friends, Lovers & Family
11. Euphony — Bodysnatch
12. Exodus [The Lion Awakes] — Brothers Grimm
13. Check It Out London — Undercover Elephant
14. Zig Zag — K Jenkins & M Ratledge
15. Parallelle — Bay-B-Kane
16. Roll Dat Shit — Marvellous Cain

The site this is from is Russian, but at the bottom of the page are links to the 192kbs and 320kbs versions are available

Worth listening to track 5 alone, to here Margaret Thatcher kicking the acid party!

so, i was looking at the possibility of finding work in the good old usa when i came across this:

give this dude his overdue dues, great company on 10 hour bumpy bus rides through bolivia (that’s me trying too hard to connect these beats with this blog): 

buddy peace – sudden death blues | http://www.tinyurl.com/ycu57ph | strange famous winter podcast

buddypeace:

!!! INFO HERE !!!

PAOW! I am honoured to be guesting at Scroobius Pip’s club night ‘WE.ARE.LIZARDS.’ on Friday 20th May. I’ll be playing a DJ/live MPC set for the most part with a bunch of exclusives and ultraviolent fun stuff (as well as some less violent material of course but just bring an apron and facemask). It’s gonna be mad fun so come if you can. There are some fine guests playing so get involved!

- BPxxx

having arrived in London a little over a week ago i’m itching to re-attach the backpack. i miss being away but there are obvious benefits to being back here in the big smoke once again:

1. living on the [incredibly] cheap with my friend mike - that’s bed and breakfast

2. catching up with all of my friends - that’s mike

3. having access to the web in a manner that doesn’t wobble. it provides the opportunity for me to do important things like listen to the following…

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this mini trip through parts of south america has had me amazed, underwhelmed, breathless (both because of some stunning scenery and the trek at altitude to machu picchu) and puzzled.

similar to the contradictions of rio, pelourinho, the historical centre of salvador with its colourful baroque-style architecture and cobbled streets, is an enigma. many of the buildings were created during the portuguese dominion with slave labour (both indigenous people and people of african descent) and the city is named after an instrument of torture - the pillory.

pelourinho has been recognised by unesco as a world heritage site and was restored in the 1990s. it is mucho touristic.

i acquired a street map and while i looked at pretty pictures, read some information and stroked my chin the lady behind the counter started to scribble on the paper and told me to avoid parts of the city (the same thing happened at my hostel).

it´s quite bizarre, you have the main square, with it´s beautifully crafted cathederal, museums, churches and less beautiful visitors, and two streets away (less than 300 metres from my hostel) is a no-go zone.

i´ve been warned about all manner of things on this trip (even before i booked it). but i´m not one to believe the hype, and most of the ´dangers´ were either greatly exaggerated, didn´t exist or i´m just plain luckier than richard ashcroft - that´s two music references in one paragraph.

so my feet took me away from the centre, naturally, but very quickly i began to feel uneasy, being watched from windows and corners as i meandered down the narrow cobbled street. i didn´t get far before a group of locals started screaming at me to change direction, pointing aggressively and shaking their heads. i obliged and headed back to join the rest of the tourists, again naturally.

it´s low season in pelourinho and as soon as the bus doors opened i was pounced upon by those trying to earn their 10 per cent commission for frogmarching gringos (original meaning: green go home - relating to the american callers but now used less inaffectionately) to hostels. i said ´nao obrigado´ but was then offered a variety of herbs and powders and this young man didn´t look like he was interested in my culinary skills.

to be perfectly honest, i felt safer in rio´s favelas.

that said, i met a nice chap (below) and had a good night playing cards and dominoes (they call it bones), drinking beer, eating barbecued meat (not sure what that was exactly) and listening to live street music.

i´m now unwinding on the soft beaches of morro de sao paulo, tinharé. as it´s low season it´s fairly quiet and the further you walk around the coast the quieter it gets. i have a double room with en suite, a hammock on the beach and a breakfast of breads, cheeses, eggs, fruit, suco, cake and as much coffee as one can drink… for the equivalent of 10 quid. it´s also refreshing not to have to deal with roads as goods are pushed around the island in wheelbarrows.

here´s where i swam today:

and here are the places i´ve managed to cram in to my trip in south america:

ecuador:
quito
upper amazon basin
banos (sort of)
cuenca

peru:
mancora, huanchaco and huacachina (the oasis, where i hopped on a dune buggy and went sandboarding)
lima
pisco
nazca
arequipa/colca canyon
cuzco and the sacred valley
the lares trek, machu picchu
puno/lake titicaca

bolivia:
copacabana
la paz (where i survived the ´death road´ on a mountain bike - i have a dvd to prove it, along with the fact that i´m still breathing. plus i got to view the lunar valley on a quad bike)
salar de uyuni (salt flats and lagoons. bolivia has been a real eye-opener, the landscape is truly breathtaking)
potosi
sucre
santa cruz

brazil:
pantanal
bonito
foz do iguaçu (the falls from both the argentinian and brazilian sides)
paraty
iIha grande (beautiful island)
rio de janeiro (not taken by copacabana, the areas of ipanema and leblon are much more pleasant)
salvador
morro de sao paulo

i reckon i´ll be back for suriname, colombia, chile, argentina and uruguay. lots of love everyone x

rio´s favelas have a reputation for violence and poverty. on my visit to rocinha and canoas i saw communities tied by poverty but - and i walked through areas reportedly controlled by drug lords with the warning not to take pictures - it didn´t feel dangerous and i never once felt threatened.

the people of the favelas are extremely friendly. some work as car or motorcycle mechanics, some sell home-cooked food from wooden crates, others clean the drainage ´systems´ or fiddle with power lines.

apparently, around 90 per cent of electricity supply in the favelas is stolen and tall poles line the streets alongside dwellings wrapped and tangled in wire and cable:

there must be thousands of small shanty blocks that have become home to numerous families but the only ´properties´ that are registered with an official address are those situated on the main road. all of the expanding pockets and everything beyond disappears. children are registered at birth, do exist according to the authorities and are counted, but are subsequently lost in society.

socially, politically and in general i left rio´s favelas and the city´s contradictions with more questions than answers. projects have been completed and new projects are underway, including the building of new homes - that stick out like a dishonest pinocchio´s nose - schools and sports grounds.

this is of course a good thing and should present the younger generations with more opportunities through education and so on to escape the poverty trap that currently suppresses those born into such a lifestyle. with drugs though, proving such a lucrative business (a multi-billion dollar local industry) and lords having such a tight grip, it´s hard to imagine real change any time soon.

also, with so much money involved, why is it not more obvious? what i mean is, i understand that the big wads go to the kingpins at the top (and possibly to some high-ranking police officers) but the dealers on the ´shop floor´ appear to get nothing.

i took a couple of landscape photos from the balcony of a building in rocinha where the views out over the city were stunning, and this wasn´t the residential property of someone who benefits from the drug trade, but a disused mechanics garage.

just to reiterate, i never felt uncomfortable walking the streets and alleyways of the favelas (aside witnessing the poverty). in fact my time out guide book says that funk dance parties - where you arrive late and leave at sunrise - are the best and most enjoyable way to see the good life in the favelas - tempting.

it´s not going to be easy to do this justice with my simple words. standing over a prehistoric fault surrounded by subtropical forests. i think i´ll just keep it short and throw up some pictures.

something like 225 million years ago steaming hot magma (to quote dr evil) cooled in layers giving iguaçu falls the effect of a number of huge steps where thousands of litres of water hit the rocks every second and spray metres into the air. there are reportedly 275 individual cascades, but i was´t counting.

the main draw is a section called ´garganta do diablo´, or devil´s throat, named so because of the way that it is cut deep into the landscape and also the ferocity with which the huge quantities of water plummet.

from the argentinian side you can get up close on the walkways and stand over parts of the river to watch it disappear. one side is calm while the other is a suspended explosion of liquid mist.

from the brazilian side the incredible panoramic view of the falls had me paralysed for hours.

i don´t know what i was expecting to see exactly but i was expecting to be overwhelmed. i know that i wasn´t expecting to see a flock of common swallows fly into the falls and disappear one by one. apparently it happens all the time as they nest behind the gushing water, but it was an amazing thing to watch all the same.

my new friend alex has a real camera and managed to capture some great moments (see the gallery below).