Author: James Glazebrook

  • ButterClock, Madame Claude

    Category:

    ButterClock at Madame Claude flyer

    Madame Claude, with its Black Lodge aesthetic and furniture nailed to the ceiling, was an inspired venue choice for a showcase from an up-and-coming witch house artist. Depending on who you listen to, witch/haunted/drag/wevs is set to either turn electronic music upside-down or expose itself as just another triumph of style over substance.

    Pulling back the curtain to reveal a chilly basement full of smoke and white noise looping from an unmanned laptop, first impressions of Paris’ ButterClock did nothing to dispel the skepticism cloaking her genre. When Laura Clock did appear, weighed down with chunky goth chic in shades of silver and black, her first synth stabs underwhelmed; the spectre of the de rigueur downtuned MC dancing behind her, face covered by a skull-emblazoned scarf, moved the crowd to sniggers. So far, so emperor’s new clothes.

    And then the drums kicked. As unholy bottom-end rolled across the crowd, heads began to nod and bodies started to sway. Hacks may have given witch house short shrift, because it co-opts the beats and bad attitude of urban music and places them in a context far from its macho origins – but the gay and the fey, the whites and the women, the goths the indie kids… well, we deserve sub-bass too. Icy melody and a warped pop sensibility shone through the strobe-cast shadows, and with tracks like a cover of Jennifer Paige’s Crush ButterClock slowly unveiled its true identity: the crunk Portishead.

    Polite applause, house lights up, scarves off – with the set over, a little bit of magic was lost. But watching the performers pack away their kit underlined the fact that – hype aside – witch house is (or can be) real music created by real artists. The likes of Fever Ray have started to wrestle electronic sounds away from dull men stood behind banks of equipment; if genre gems like ButterClock are allowed to shimmer, perhaps dance music can finally accept the marriage of theatricality and musicianship that rock and pop have long embraced.

    [EDIT: since posting, we’ve found out that the MC was actually o F F, a Berlin-based artist we’d assumed we’d missed. That’s how opaque this scene is! Hear more from him over at his Soundcloud]

    ButterClock at Madame Claude, 11 December 2010.

    To hear more from ButterClock, visit her Soundcloud. If your finger’s so far from the pulse that you don’t even know what witch house is (pfff!), there is an excellent primer over at Soonnight. Check out the venue at MySpace – although berlin.unlike has prettier pictures. Speaking of pretty pictures…

    2 Responses to “ButterClock, Madame Claude”

    1. […] ranges from new wave to post punk to industrial to grime, with heavyweights such as Pictureplane, Butterclock, Bestial Mouths, Lene Lovich, Dandi Wind, and Sad Lovers & Giants, to name just a few of the […]

    2. Eric Noble says:

      Seems like a good night was had by all!!!
      love the music

    leave a comment

  • Holy Shit Shopping

    Category:

    While we’ve always found London alt.Xmas markets like the BUST Magazine Craftacular to be pricey, busy and full of tits (Pamflet grrls excepted), Holy Shit Shopping was like a microcosm of Berlin itself. Warmed by glühwein, shoppers found space to browse stalls run by friendly artisans offering (fairly cheap) products that reminded us of what we love about the city: everything from ashtrays to USB sticks clad in cold concrete, monochrome t-shirts and crockery, toilet paper adorned with anti-facist illustrations. Here are our highlights.

    Holy_Shit_Shopping_1

    Holy_Shit_Shopping_3

    Holy_Shit_Shopping_4

    Holy_Shit_Shopping_5

    Holy_Shit_Shopping_6

    Holy_Shit_Shopping_7

    Holy_Shit_Shopping_8

    Holy_Shit_Shopping_9

    Holy_Shit_Shopping_10

    Holy_Shit_Shopping_11

    See more photos on our Flickr, and find out more about Holy Shit Shopping over here

  • Up in the air

    Category:

    “Leave behind old attachments”

    “Let’s Go”

    The electronic billboards at Heathrow seem scripted. Trite little visual devices to underline our motivation.

    Looking up at the glass ceiling, I see myself reflected back against the black sky, surrounded by half of my worldly possessions: two suitcases, one wife.

    This feels like looking at a screen, like watching a twee indie flick in which our protagonists go on a journey that somehow serves as metaphor for their new life together. In my head, Bon Iver scores the scene.

    On the plane, my wife remarks that she can’t look directly at the sun, as if all that is out there in front of us is too bright for her to visualise. I have no such problem, staring straight ahead until blankness fills my eyes. When I look away tiny trails of light remain, little paths back to my past.

    Outside, everything seems otherworldly. The rolling fog looks like the surface of the sea, the sun peeking out from a hot pink horizon. Half an hour later, crisp white light cuts across a cloudscape that resembles snowdrifts on a glacier.

    I believe that we are doing this in the same way you believe in the plot of a film for 90 minutes or so, only to pick it apart afterwards. We are immersed in this experience, but it’s hard to convince ourselves that this is our life, and that it will last indefinitely.

    Seatbacks upright – we are now beginning our descent into Berlin.

    View from our airplane window

    This post has been entered into the Grantourismo HomeAway Holiday-Rentals travel blogging competition.

    11 Responses to “Up in the air”

    1. […] started überlin to record our move from London to Berlin – in fact, I wrote our first post on the flight over! But what began as an online diary about two expats’ exploration of a new […]

    2. […] und James Ankunft in Berlin Im November 2010 ist nachlesbar im ersten Blog-Eintrag “Up in the air“. Fünf, sechs Mal waren sie vorher da, immer im Winter, zum Beispiel zur Modemesse Bread […]

    3. […] you.” Looking back, our move out here four months ago – which seemed so overwhelming at the time – was as simple as changing tracks, switching direction. But it may have saved […]

    4. lara dunston says:

      Thanks so much for entering our contest, James! Apologies for not saying so earlier – I did get here to take a read, along with the other judges, but it’s been a frantic month being our last weeks of our Grantourismo trip, so I think I forgot to leave a message.

      The entries were all so good this month, so thanks for contributing such a high quality post. At last – at long last – we’ve announced the winners of our January HomeAway Holiday-Rentals Grantourismo Travel Blogging competition. Details here: https://bit.ly/hYq2VB

      Thanks again for your entry. We’re announcing the February contest details a bit later today – the final contest is going to be a very easy one! Please spread the word :)

      • James says:

        No worries Lara, I’m not sore for losing out to any of those entries! Impressive.
        I’ll keep my peeps out for the Feb contest!

    5. Emma says:

      Its that detail of the Bon Iver score that got me. I think you’ve nailed the way that big life changes can feel like you’re watching a film. I look forward to absorbing more of your blog

      • James says:

        Thanks Emma – I had to cut some words to make the post eligible for entry in the competition, but I was determined not to lose that bit. Hope you enjoy the rest of Überlin, and I’ll check out your blog too. Cheers!

    6. Anon says:

      Mega writing skills

      • James says:

        Ditto. Can’t believe I haven’t seen your blog before! Keep fighting the good fight – and writing the good write?

    7. James says:

      Thanks Eck! I’m trying… just ask Zoe!

    8. Eric Noble says:

      aw james this is amazing stuff ..you are a true 21century poet!!!

    leave a comment