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caribou – swim remixes

Caribou are about to unleash an insane remix album featuring FST favourites such as Gold Panda, Junior Boys, Fuck Buttons and Nite Jewel. Each track from Swim, Caribou’s acclaimed last album, has been touched up and reedited. It will be available to download and purchase in special edition physical copies on the 26th October via City Slang.

Tracklist:

01. Odessa (Junior Boys Mix)
02. Leave House (Motor City Drum Ensemble Remix)
03. Sun (Altrice’s “Only What You Gave Me” Remix)
04. Jamelia (Gold Panda Remix)
05. Bowls (Holden Remix)
06. Kaili (Fuck Buttons Remix)
07. Leave House (Ikonika Remix)
08. Found Out (DJ Koze Remix)
09. Jamelia (DJ Koze’s Alarmclock)
10. Bowls (Gavin Russom’s Rework)
11. Sun (patten Remix)
12. Odessa (David Wrench’s Drumapella)
13. Odessa (Nite Jewel Remix)
14. Kaili (Walls Remix)
15. Odessa (DJ Koze’s Campfire)

Caribou – Odessa (Nite Jewel Remix) by 99plus17

green man festival mixtape

Green Man Festival starts tomorrow, and so what better way to enjoy the festivities than have your very own mix tape compiled for you. Even if you’re not going you can simply sit back and weep softly in the direction of the nearest wishing well, hoping that one day your wish will be granted and you will be heading towards Brecon Beacons in the not too distant future. Included in this mix are:

Beirut – Bratislava

The Flaming Lips – The W.A.N.D

Fuck Buttons – Surf Solar (7″ Edit)

Neon Indian – Sleep Paralysist

Silver Columns – Always On (Caribou Remix)

James Blake – Footnotes

on being weird: suburban ambience

on being weird: suburban ambience

Two years ago I moved into a detached private residence on the south east side of the town. It offered a quiet, suburban sort of life, free of the claustrophobia that can be found in the rows and rows of terraced housing that permeate through the centre. Moving there provided a odd sense of worth, because as we were just four young men straight out of university we weren’t used to such homely accommodation. We really had transcended our position, or at least our pay grades. Fortunately we took care to speak to the owners eloquently and with propriety so as to market ourselves as right for their property. From there my own personal view of that time is one of mixed feelings; of restless energy inhabiting new freedom, new geographic landscape finding surfacing curiosity, exploration of sound and ambience coming up against strange, oscillating atmospheres, softly moving against the minute hand of the wall clock. In retrospect it feels like life never moved on, that we didn’t grow and started to lose ourselves, but all the time that clock kept ticking before us. It was probably my own unique position that enhanced this view. Of being in work but with no responsibility, only to pay the bills at the end of the month and to keep myself alive so that my band could carry on in perpetuity neither ascending nor descending, just being.

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