the dystopian lesbian space nightclub of my dreams

the dystopian lesbian space nightclub of my dreams

Hiya!

So. When I was ill the other week, I had the strangest dream. I was hanging out with the Colonial fleet, Battlestar Galactica style, in what I can only describe as a cool as nuts lounge bar populated entirely by lesbians, all tooled up with massive rail guns and rocking cool Terminator shades and stuff.

They were going completely bonkers to the music, grooving like hip cats did to Bird back in the day, but with a compellingly violent air about them, ready to blast some Cylon ass all the way back to the other end of the galaxy if need be.

I couldnt make out what the music was like, mainly because in the dream, as in life, I was precariously drunk, teetering on the edge of vomiting thanks largely to a sweet tasting purple liquid that I was being fed by Claire Balding, who was behind the bar for some reason.

Anyway, it was totally awesome so I thought I'd attempt to recreate a little of that dytopian sci-fi atmosphere on this weeks show. Minimal talking, more noise. It's a mixture of combined futurist lo-fi psyche and dreamlike tape visions, free folk freak out rituals, harrowing blasts of throat singing and mangled hurdy gurdy, poised Italian sound art and even a dollop of UK bass.

Frack 'em up sisters.

Posted at 19:30, 27th January 2011