am Freitag 11.7.2014 im Hafenklang, Oriental & Okzidental Breakbeat Madness
LIVE: 2/5 BZ ‚‘ Gezilla vs. Golden Nattoman ‚‘
Berbad : live sound & video manipulation
ZS : live electronic sound processing
( all istanbul ) http://2-5bz.tumblr.com/post/86853036748
Since 1986 Istanbul-based Serhat Köksal works as a multimedia artist with various projects in video, music and literary formats. Combining traditional Turkish music, noise, ambient, big beat and numerous other stylistical references, 2/5 BZ creates a distinct modern experimental sound bridging occident and orient. Characteristic for the work and output of 2/5 BZ is the balancing on the verge of trash and the continuous work with collages of music, cinema, speech and field recordings. So far, 2/5 BZ has performed at well-known festivals such as Club Transmediale in Berlin, collaborated with numerous musicians such as the English jazz-saxophonist Tim Hodgkinson (Henry Cow) and been presented, among others, by John Peel in his famous John Peel sessions on BBC. 2/5 BZ’s motto:
Auf ihren Fahrten hat die MS Stubnitz viele Freunde an Bord genommen. Heute kommen sie zurück, um dem Schiff ihren Soli zu geben. Deine 5 Euro gehen an den rostigen Kahn mit dem geilen Klang. Bass schiebt sich durch die Gänge, Beats knallen an die Wände und die Maschine gibt den Takt an. So klingt die Stubnitz.DISCO HOUSE BREAKCORE FOOTWORK INDUSTRIAL TRAP HARDCORE ACID BASS TEKNO JUKE MUSIC
u.v.m. 5 € Minimum Spende!
LADERAUM 4:
Warlock – UK (Rag & Bone)
Ely Muff – UK (Headfuk)
F#X & Nikae (Pan, Black Sites, Golden Pudel)
Christoph Fringeli (Praxis)
Istari Lasterfahrer (Sozialistischer Plattenbau)
Zombieflesheater ( The Clash of the Titans Berlin )
H-Kon ( The Clash of the Titans Berlin )
Sansculotte video
VORSCHIFF:
Joney & Phokus (WobWob, ill, Golden Pudel)
Terrorrythmus (Latenz)
Gwen Wayne & Jane (Tour de Farce, Keine Party!)
Henna Starla
Miel & Oswald Twist
grossartige platte von oiler. amerikanische noise punk band. ich glaube, die hat sich aus teilen von cringer entwickelt. bin mir aber nicht ganz sicher.
[Part 1]
One more day to stare into space,
One more day in this boring place,
Blank expression on your face,
Drink your coffee, complex aftertaste,
One more day trapped in a room,
One more day of nothing new,
Surrounded by more of the same,
Are they as bored as you?
Are they angry too?
The campus, the womb, is serene,
The city surrounds in it’s machine,
The world nullifies, it surrounds,
Don‘t you wanna burn it down?
One more night in inter-zone,
One more night you‘re all alone,
One more empty conversation,
Theories and devastation,
One more night to share a bed,
Afraid to talk, you fuck instead,
But what goes on inside her head?
Anything? Everything?
The campus, the womb, is serene,
The city surrounds in it’s machine,
The world nullifies, it surrounds,
Don‘t you wanna burn it down?
The campus, the womb, is serene,
The city surrounds in it’s machine,
The world nullifies, it surrounds,
Don‘t you wanna burn it down?
One more day to stare into space,
One more day in this boring place,
Blank expression on your face,
Drink your coffee, complex aftertaste,
One more night to share a bed,
Afraid to talk, you fuck instead,
But what goes on inside her head?
Anything? Everything?
The campus, the womb, is serene,
The city surrounds in it’s machine,
The world nullifies, it surrounds,
Don‘t you wanna burn it down?
The campus, the womb, is serene,
The city surrounds in it’s machine,
The world nullifies, it surrounds,
Don‘t you wanna burn it down?
[Part 2]
Diodes and electrodes,
Nails and bolts and beams,
Anatomically correct US war machines,
Bombs are built like TV sets, cars and stereos,
Vietnam’s the target audience that you don‘t know
You‘re not Galileo, you‘re not Copernicus,
You sit and stare from the Nanterre’s numbing bliss,
You‘re not Galileo, you‘re not Copernicus,
You sit and stare from the Nanterre’s numbing bliss
You‘ve seen the factories of Renault,
You‘ve heard of the class system at the Sorbonne,
You fetishize the workers and their plight,
Guilt confirms your intellectual flight
You‘re not Galileo, you‘re not Copernicus,
Sit and stare from the Nanterre’s numbing bliss,
You‘re not Galileo, you‘re not Copernicus,
Sit and stare from the Nanterre’s numbing bliss
The sound is violence,
The sound is ecstatic,
The sound is like fucking,
A beautiful panic,
All that is left of your sleepless science fiction is the revolution’s residue,
Practicing urban vampires
Tonight there is danger,
No longer a stranger it seems,
Dreaming behind barricades,
I can‘t sleep,
Tonight there is danger,
It’s killing this city’s disease,
The light is so bright in my head,
I can‘t sleep
The right wing is talking,
And the left wing is balking,
All of them stopping you from kicking it over,
Caught by surprise,
Forced into compromise,
When you win the trade unions you‘ll know it’s a movement
Tonight there is danger,
No longer a stranger it seems,
Dreaming behind barricades,
I can‘t sleep,
Tonight there is danger,
It’s killing this city’s disease,
The light is so bright in my head,
I can‘t sleep
Don‘t know if they were offended by their anti-Semitic leaders,
Don‘t know if they remembered the experiments of Spain,
Don‘t know if they were sick of de Gaulle and his lackeys,
Don‘t know if they were horrified of having a boss for the rest of their days
The trade unions are coming!
The trade unions are coming!
The trade unions are coming!
The trade unions are coming!
[Part 3]
May 15, 1968, a black flag waved over the factory,
Collectivizing is inadvertent when a wildcat strike takes the whole country,
Bakers kept on baking,
Fishers kept on fishing,
Canteens kept on serving,
Dreams became reality became slogans
The workers terrified the bureaucracy,
Free love terrified the bourgeoisie,
Imagine the hilarity,
„Free love is neither love nor free“,
A moral threat to society,
A political threat to decency,
Imagine fucking in a factory,
In all honesty there’s not much intrigue
[Part 4]
When all is said and done,
Despair is just a loaded gun,
It turns into something more,
In the hands of anyone ready for war,
The war for dignity,
Workers, farmers, universities,
Even when you lose,
There’s a glimpse of a future you can choose
When all is said and done,
If the students chose the Summer sun,
And the middle class gave into tradition,
And the all the illusion it brings,
They can never win,
We‘ll be coming back again,
They can never win,
History is deafening
No one screamed, no one even asked why.
It was just like everything had somehow, quietly died.
So let it die!
I can‘t recall much of what happened next.
I was on my way to visit this woman I‘knew.
All we had in common was good sex,
And now I‘couldn‘t even remember her address.
A group of us, just strangers, got together and we formed a committee to discuss the problem.
We talked about things like assured mutual destruction and emotional responsibility.
I couldn‘t remember my name, so I‘called myself bob.
It’s weird being a bob, but i‘ll get used to it.
I have to.
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