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Weekend bleep-a-thon…

Yes, I’ve been mucking about with Oscilab again, the looping and sequencer app on my trusty smartphone. 
This track was actually created a couple of weeks ago, but I’ve not got around to inflicting it on you showcasing it yet.

It’s an extended mix with a minimal electro vibe, beginning with a rather tasty pokapow-pokapow-pokapow-pokapow-pokapow noise, which took me quite a while to perfect. I’ve compressed the note envelope on most of the loops, to give it a more synthetic, punchy sound but it still manages to achieve a nicely trancelike, rhythmic melody.

See what you think of FRAKTAL. Click on the image below to listen and (should you be so inclined) download for free.

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Posted by on October 21, 2016 in Arts, Music


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#atozchallenge: E is for Ecstasy…

a2z-badge_2016.jpg.jpegThere was a time in the ’90s…

Oh alright, if I’m going to do this, I may as well be honest about it.

The ’90s; when a large portion of our free time was spent having a very good time indeed, primarily due to our fascination with “chemistry experiments”, which my friends and I carried out with great dedication and regularity.

The second half of the ’80s had laid the foundation for all this psychedelic dabbling, with more organic (and free) debauchery made possible by the inordinate quantities of “magic” psilocybin mushrooms that grew in and around Crowborough, the rural Sussex town in which I grew up, along with the old faithful standby of acid (LSD).

Many of us had grown up with the hippy-trippy psychedelia of bands like Pink Floyd, Hawkwind and Ozric Tentacles, but with the new decade there came a new pretender to the throne of pharmaceutical entertainment; Methylenedioxymethamphetamine, or, more simply, MDMA, the main constituent of Ecstasy.

Or “E” to its friends. And boy, did it have a lot of friends.


Initially, some of us were wary of this new addition to the pantheon of party paraphernalia, mainly because of the nature of the music it was associated with; There weren’t any guitars! But, as anyone who has been to a rave will tell you, once you’ve spent several hours in the company of hundreds of like-minded experimentalists, you realise that it isn’t the musical genre that matters, it’s the entire experience of feeling the music.

Now, I’m fully aware of how incredibly dull and pretentious it can be, reading other people’s drug stories, so I’m not going to inflict a load of new age wankiness on you (mainly because, even back then, we thought the whole new age thing was just that, a load of wank) but I’m not going to lie to you either; for those few years, it really did feel as though there was a lot more love in the world, at a time when a whole new subculture exploded into existence, almost overnight.

New trends are always viewed with sceptical cynicism, especially when the champions of such things are the younger generation. After all, what do they know about having fun? We were the hardcore party animals, there wasn’t anything they could teach us, was there? But that’s just where we were wrong, because what we learned was one of the most important lessons, that of inclusion.

Whereas the various tribes of youth culture in the past had been divided along fault lines of age and musical genre, the E Generation didn’t seem to care if you were a hippy, a mod, a punk, a metal head or none of the above; as long as you were having a good time, treated everyone with respect and didn’t cause any trouble, you were as welcome as the most devoted raver.

I probably had friends with a wider range of ages, lifestyles and musical backgrounds in those few years than in any other period in my life, before or since, and I have no doubt whatsoever that a large part of what brought us all together was something which the rest of society (the uninitiated, as I’m sure I would have thought of them at the time) considered to be an evil and depraved substance which was quite rightly illegal.
And yet the same society will happily go out and drink themselves into a stupor on Saturday night and that’s just fine and dandy, as is the strain that their perfectly legal drug of choice puts on the NHS and medical services all over the world.

It’s strange that a drug that regularly causes fights and car accidents, incites people to rape and assault each other and is responsible for untold health issues every day, is not only available on every street corner, but is even used by the government to raise taxes, yet one that results in a feeling of love and oneness with your fellow human beings is demonized by the same government.

{Obviously it would be irresponsible of me to condone the use of illegal substances by young people, so I’ll just say that these are purely my own opinions and it’s not big or clever, don’t try this at home, just say no kids, etc etc etc.}

Somebody who has covered the subject of the E Generation in a far more reflective and introspective fashion is the fabulous Cheri Lucas Rowlands and I urge you to read the beginning of her story that begins in 1997

I couldn’t possibly go without posting some music to go with this, so I’ve picked three tunes which would have been on heavy rotation in those days (despite the fact they aren’t all strictly contemporary to the period) and are still very evocative of those hedonistic years.




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