Manafonistas

  „The Avengers“

Further is a cheering record,

„Brian Eno will be keynote speaker at the STARMUS III festival of astronomy, art and music, which runs from 27th June to 2nd July, in Tenerife, Canary Islands, Spain. He is due to talk on the topic „At the Crossroads of Art and Science“. In addition, he’ll be creating a musical ambience at the Star Party incorporating the sounds of stars collected by STARMUS Founder and Director Garik Israelian. Think the words „Star Party“ mean an excuse to dress up and strut your funky stuff to the latest disco hits (or alternatively some bangin‘ club sounds)? You may look a trifle out of place when you discover it involves travelling to the summit of Mt. Teide on Tenerife for some dark sky astronomy.“  

(written by Tom Boon) 

„Sundance’s buddy drama Hap and Leonard is the kind of series where a beautiful woman who’s also trouble uses her wiles to lure a down-at-his-heels ex-husband into a criminal scheme. More importantly, though, it’s the kind of series that doesn’t get around to the proposition until nearly 15 minutes into the pilot. First we get scenes of the anti-hero and his buddy getting laid off from their job on a rose-bush plantation and hanging out and busting each other’s chops in the small woodland home they share, followed by a lovely sequence where the hero and his ex sit in a window and drink coffee while the sound of country music on an AM radio mingles with the noise of rain pattering on the roof, followed by a slow dance in the kitchen.“

(vulture, first paragraph, no spoilers)

 

„Bubbling just underneath all the easygoing byplay and occasional bursts of mayhem is a dead-on accurate portrait of race relations in the former Confederate states 30 years ago, which is not necessarily something you expect or need from a crime series, but is welcome nonetheless. The N-word is bandied about pretty freely here, but always in a specific cultural context, and it’s juxtaposed against the utopian-left pieties and New Age cliché-speak of many of the show’s white characters — especially the criminals, whose obsession with making a big score and retiring to a life of leisure mirrors the progress of many counterculture-minded whites as they transformed from hippies to yuppies. (The Big Lebowski was smart about this, too.) Hap and Leonard is a smart show that doesn’t preen about how smart it is. Its complexities are sunk deep in the texture, and you have to dive for them.“

(vulture, last paragraph, no spoilers) 

Eine Sturzfluggeschichte. Patient X: Fallträume, Serie: grauer Helikopter, hoher Lärmpegel, Fallschirmprüfung, X steigt aus, der Schirm öffnet sich nicht, schweissgebadetes Erwachen. Exploration: der Angstschweiss bricht schon aus, wenn er in das Fluggerät einsteigt. Im realen Leben: multiphobisch, intermittierende Attacken. Valium 50 mg, eine Assistenz an seiner Seite, dann pures „flooding“, Volles Kino, weite Plätze, auf den Fernsehsturm steigen – durch jede Angst durch. (H. scherzt: – Was beruhigt mehr als Sedativa? „Tatort“ gucken.) 15 Patienten im Modellversuch. Mittelfristig: Trauminkubation, Auflösung des Serienalpdrucks mit luzider Technik 22. Dieweil wir, die Betreuercrew, verteilt in der Forschungshöhle, minimalistische 2-Bett-Zimmer. 14 Tage, Fallberichte, das Honorar ist cool. Das ist so das Ambiente, um Philip K. Dick-Stories zu recyceln. Fast verwandle ich mich in ein geschlechtsloses Wesen. Fast. Die Assistentinnen spulen ihre Programme am Schnürchen ab, fast aseptisch, solche Wesen funktionieren nur in Steely Dan-Songs. Drei Euro in die Machokasse. Die eigene Traumerinnerung verstärkt sich: hier im Vollklimatisierten gibt es kein Heu, aber ich liege im Heu, vor mir die Nordsee. Die Sonne dampft auf meinen Rücken. Meine Lieblingsfigur aus TRANSPARENT verwickelt mich in ein Gespräch: sexueller Status, Top-5-Fantasien, Typologien des GV. Früheste Sexträume. Ich stammel mir einen ab. Dann Reaktionstest, Slip runter, ihr Zeigefinger rechts fährt über Unterlippe, Oberlippe, in den Mund (saugen!), Brustwarzen, Eichel – die Elektroden messen den Ausschlag. Ich soll die Ejakulationsmenge in ein Röhrchen füllen. Werde wach. Morgendämmer. Wollte ich nicht eigentlich mit den Ziegen durch die Pyrenäen ziehen? Nobody around. Nur die Schnarchnase neben mir. Ich schnappe den Walkman und laufe einmal um die Anlage, und noch einmal. Am Hyde Park ist es schöner. „Nerissimo“ läuft, das neue Teil von Blixa und Teardo. Zupfe mir Heu von meiner Trainingsjacke. Ich glaube, ich träume.

„Five long years in the making, the Blue Nile’s stellar Hats was well worth the wait; sweeping and majestic, it’s a triumph of personal vision over the cold, remote calculations of technology. While created almost solely without benefit of live instruments, it is nevertheless an immensely warm and human album; Paul Buchanan’s plaintive vocals and poignant songs are uncommonly moving, and his deployment of lush synth washes and electronic percussion is never gratuitous, each song instead crafted with painterly precision. Impressionistic and shimmering, tracks like „The Downtown Lights“ and „From a Late Night Train“ are perfectly evocative of their titles: Rich in romantic atmosphere and detail, they conjure a nocturnal fantasy world lit by neon and shrouded in fog, leaving Hats an intensely cinematic experience as well as a masterpiece of musical obsession.“  – allmusic