oh good, this thread got re-made! here's an odd one i stumbled across on youtube a while ago. a brief snippet of strict machine we are glitter mix was used in the opening of this performance by korean girl group 2NE1:



unfortunately the rest of the performance is pretty bad, haha

Not really an unexpected place but, well, judge for yourselves.... 
The Space is accessible via T.V. which is where I was wading through all the good bits (Half Man Half Biscuit, Cabaret Voltaire, Mathew Herbert....) when lo and behold if one of it's Sonic Journeys it isn't Eastnor Castle Estate with Will Gregory.

rewak said:

Yeah 2NE1's earlier work doesn't really do it for me, they got better but after hearing CL's recent solo effort i worry for them.

i actually really like her solo song up until the breakdown, then it just gets kind of lame
i've heard that their comeback song this year is supposed to be reggae, i don't know if that'll make you feel better? :-??

but hey that goldfrapp huh?

In a book of poetry by John Stammers, i transcribed the poem for those interested

Interior Night by John Stammers

Stunned by an iron-black fatigue, I am a man driven mad mental
by a woman I'll never meet. I stagger stock-still
beneath the poster for Supernature by Goldfrapp.
Across the tubelines is her semi-nude music advert.
Someone's daughter shed her clothes for that ad -
or never put them on - in the name of art:
the art of getting really famous so that strange men
slake their concupiscence on your on tube platforms.
I adore her high cork-heeled shoes.

The unshaven, Caledonian guitarist
sings the Dancer ad the Gate of Death,
or something which sounds oddly like that,
fierce and obscurely irreconcilable
with any imaginable dance manoeuvres.
He hammers the strings like a slaughtering drum,
repetitious and bleakly sardonic,
to the commuter girls' heel-strike
like so many chisels on high-end, black marble.

This is a day for jumping. This is not a day
for jumping under; it is a day for jumping into
the moment that is gone before landed in,
into that arriving thwack which will rush me off
to the end of the line and all points connecting.
The rails boom to the oncoming train, plosive along the line
to fuck-knows-anywhere-actually, further even.
Travelling back and forth is its own form of stasis.
'On attend le Metro,'
a Frenchwoman outlines to her little girl.
The resonance pounds in the gaps between noise
as the sound survives the death of the song
and the fluorescents judder with delayed silences.
Consider the interiority of a coal-grey rat,
purposeful knowing no purpose,
that scurries between the tracks of disused lines.
Invisible rain crashes from the inner sky.
It always comes down to this:
I am at the gate along a black tunnel.
My personality lacks all cohesion. I am in fragments.

Thank heavens for you at least, Alison Goldfrapp
and your half-naked advert, your unconscionably elongated legs,
the bare back of your bent wrist held fastidiously
in place of your breast in a faux-breast, more breast than breast
as these devices tend to be. Alison
I could wait at the end of the line for you,
for the exact pair of doors to slide fully across, to open
so that I might enter manfully and with a true conviction.

The twin black holes of the tunnel-ends
suck the platform out like a flat, deflatable universe
in the same way that the whole lunatic edifice
will itself be sucked back to nought, the abiding nought.
All things die, and when you die you're dead. End of.

I didn't see them, but good spot :) welcome to the GMB Schimmey

Neighbours were doing some gardening.

Dreeke said:

The intro of Simone just was used in a Dutch television program. Weird.

Instrumental versions of Seventh Tree tracks were used in the week of its release here on Gardeners World.

Seems they like to sneak things out when still pretty much unknown.