Some of the best things in life are Belgian

Mysen and Ms Alsop took a jaunt to Belgium just da other week. We booked it purely because it was cheap as chips to hop on a Eurostar choo choo and hit up the capital of the EU.

The trip was full of food and adventure despite almost missing the train over there. Turns out the country’s national flex is encapsulated in a small pissing boy, which is, as they say, a strong look.

We took a trip to a museum of musical instruments, drank some deeply strong ales and ate like a pair of ravenous hounds hell bent on growing a joint paunch as large as a leaky barge. I spoke very poor French to a few natives who took pity on my warbling and served me another glass of booze. Smoking snouts inside reminded me of how good it was back in the days when pubs were pubs and anyone who chooses not to chuff is a little nancy boy.

One of the best bits was visiting Ghent, which was picturesque as fuck. I showed my true colours and demonstrated that I’ve got a real fear of heights when we reached the top of a cathedral tower. We drank, ate and imagined that Soulwax were making a record in a flat round the corner.

Plus we also saw the Atomium which was a space-age Flash Gordonesque structure made out of massive silver balls. It was total and utter hype.



Little pissing lad



Word!



Belgiums do it better



Atomium



More Atomium - freaking massive



Fuck you homeboy



Fritzl's disguise



Late and drunk



Tea room flex



Old man



Moog



Minibar

DJ Koze and Reincarnations

It's Bank Holiday. I've got a headache the size of Mars and the breath of a sailor after ten pints and jar of pickled eggs.

But that's beside the point. Techno goes on despite how green the colour of my tongue and yellow the inside of my guts. So props to German nutbar DJ Koze who decided to release a collection of remixes dubbed Reincarnations. It's pretty weird sounding but well worth checking.

I picked it up at work as funnily enough there wasn't a queue of colleagues clammering to witter some words on it.

So I did - check them here

London Town

T’other week time was taken out from the daily grind to traverse the London streets and see what was shaking. First stop was Wetherspoons for a lovely spot of fish, fresh from the deep fat fryer. Yes. Yes.

Following that we took to the streets and in the absence of any dosh meandered through the corridors of power drinking in the sights and admiring streets which weren’t covered in chicken bones.

Bucky P, Brown’s stomping ground in Whitehall, a slice of Green Park, popping into the ICA followed by bouncing past the Ritz and hailing a tube back East. It was deeply Balearic and enhanced by chowing down on an off cup of tea.

That weekend we got messed up big time and I reverted to type by trying (unsuccessfully) to take a picture of a beautiful scotch egg. I failed but it came in a lovely white boat. And set sail straight into my greasy gob. Wobble on that.



Royal vibes



Not lost. At all. No way.



Power



Intoxicating

GRUM

Wordola people. Little bit of a break from the shackles of the typewriter but we're back and repping. Here's summat fresh from GRUM, a mad young man from Leeds who sounds like he's been licking Daft Punk records and watching Tron on repeat.

He's been banging round the blogs for a while and now Zane Lowe has done a sex wee on him and baptised the man in name of Radio 1.

So there you have it. I'm slower than the Lowe. But honestly I've been repping him for time. Check his No Love Lost Records mixtape here. It was a soundtrack to us accidentally smashing up our flat when we first moved to the smoke last October. Plus someone's put together this ridiculous video to accompany GRUM's debut single, Runaway. It's a weird soft porn Thriller-esque vid feat. a Dan Ackroyd look alike getting fresh with some ladies. Er serious...

Blood red freewheeling

I'm backed up with verbalisations to smack all over this webpage. While I collect my thoughts, get the thread straight and rearrange my pants here's summat that's slightly old but still sounds as fresh as a lovely new day.

Aeroplane are doing the bizness right now and this is it. Even better is the 12 inch which comes in blood red. Plus the middle of the record is a close up of the cartoon Sebastian Tellier's crotch. I'm not sure he's sex on a stick so this is one for the ladies with the feted mind and the sunglasses.



Well worth checking is this month's Mixmag cd as Aeroplane are at the helm. It's called Disco Balearia. Plus this is pretty gold too and is offa another mixmag cd. Although the magazine is officially the biggest pile of dogshit money can buy.

Coma - Embargo (Allez Allez remix)

Coma? Embargo? Allez Allez? Firm? All sound faintly anonymous, a bit electronic and a little German. Firm are a label based in Cologne who are very matey with Kompakt.

Allez Allez have a wicked blog where they you could drown yerself in the mass of music it packs.

Many names but most importantly this tune is the bomb.

We Wear The Gold

Sheffield club nights C90 and Rough Disko have been dilly-dallying for time, attempting to outdrink and outnerd each other via arm wrestles, epic binges, meat eating competitions and heated debates on the pros and cons of Dj Funk and whether his wardrobe is too fresh.

So it’s no surprise that after all this flirting, the pair of floozies have decided to jump into bed with each other, have a frig and tumble and show the world the resulting mess they made. Out of the shadows comes We Wear The Gold, an evening of booty and bass. This is what these cretins listen to when no one else is watching. The first one is Friday March 27th at the Stockroom in Sheffield. Check it.

Even better they’ve put together a pair of mixtapes to showcase what flex they’re saying. Noisy stupid club music.

The first one from the Gag Reflex is you can download here. The mysterious Derek Tibbs' masterwork can be found here. Get on these free loads.