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KD Lang Step Up 2 the Streets Nada Surf Cuong Vu – Music – Review …
New York Times – Feb 4, 2008
Lang wrote most of this material with some of the same collaborators who back her in the studio notably the bassist David Piltch the guitarist Ben Mink and the pianist and organist Teddy Borowiecki who also wrote the string arrangements. Accordingly the music feels as personal as the lyrics. The frame of reference effortlessly spans country bossa nova and a few different shades of vintage pop with only one distracting allusion (the late-era… com along with copious documentation about its making) has no electric guitar; instead alongside Stomu Takeishi on electric bass and the drummer Ted Poor there’s Chris Speed the saxophonist and clarinetist. ne of this record’s most powerful moments is in a 10-minute track called “Solitary Confinement” in which Mr. Speed enters at the track’s boiling point over a roaring almost death-metal bass and thudding drums. And he proceeds to play the clarinet gracefully in its delicate high register. Score one for counter-intuition. Listeners coming from jazz won’t feel lost. Plenty of the genre’s current obsessions are here: odd-meter rhythm patterns slow soloing over fast rhythm (vice versa too) and a kind of bucolic lyricism that descends from.
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NME.com – Feb 4, 2008
It?s ?Great DJ?: it sounds like ?Standing In The Way f Control? being shagged ragged by Metronomy and comes waving a City & Guilds diploma in Instantaneous Dancefloor Demolition. Indeed 20 minutes with The Ting Tings reveals a far broader scope than the varnished new rave polish of ?That?s Not My Name? originally suggested: there?s the John Hughes-movie reverb of ?Keep Your Head? that imagines The Breakfast Club skipping detention to go snuffle ketamine under Santa Monica pier while ?Shut Up And Let Me Go? is far more indebted to the tribal rhythms and schoolyard yelp-raps of MIA than a frozen trouserful of Test Icicles. ?But? but? it?s all on backing tape!? snort the ?real music or death? broadsheet brigade peering out from behind their defensive pile of lutes at one drummer and one guitarist playing electronic music. Uh-ERR! In fact The Ting Tings play everything live ? Katie and Jules both triggering the skipping-song synth-loops of ?Fruit Machine? by stomping two-footed on pedals leaving Katie free to batter her big Ting Ting drum. That?ll be ?ting? ? the noise something makes when it?s polished perfect. If The Ting Tings represent the future sound of clubdom then Does It ffend You Yeah? are as ?now? as Facebook scrabble. Smoke machines! Strobes! Patterned hoodies! Vocoders! Storming onstage like the politest rave ruffians ever (Morgan: ?Let?s have a round of applause for the catering crew??) theirs is a cowbell-beating synth-smashing riot of metal riffs and techno tearbombs that could only have come about by QTSA decapitating Daft Punk and having the robot heads surgically transplanted on to their tatt-ravaged bodies… That?ll be ?ting? ? the noise something makes when it?s polished perfect. If The Ting Tings represent the future sound of clubdom then Does It ffend You Yeah? are as ?now? as Facebook scrabble. Smoke machines! Strobes! Patterned hoodies! Vocoders! Storming onstage like the politest rave ruffians ever (Morgan: ?Let?s have a round of applause for the catering crew??) theirs is a cowbell-beating synth-smashing riot of metal riffs and techno tearbombs that could only have come about by QTSA decapitating Daft Punk and having the robot heads surgically transplanted on to their tatt-ravaged bodies. If ?Let?s Make ut? was the actual act of The Sex it so clearly wants to be it?d be a depraved bondage and watersports session involving a Transformer shitting in your mouth and as ?We Are Rockstars? reaches its Prodigy-esque crescendo with all synths in the air Morgan?s in the photo-pit and the Newcastle Academy is utterly ecstatically ffended. Now these things we know about Joe Lean & The Jing Jang Jong: they?re The Teardrop Explodes if they?d been a beatpop band in 1961. Bo greased himself into his first pair of white jeans.
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Sleep Dealer – Cannes Film Festival Review – Variety
Variety (subscription) – Feb 4, 2008
Named after a factory whose technology enables laborers to work themselves to death remotely without crossing the border the pic intrigues early on but falls short on narrative and emotional drive. Beyond fests low-rent sci-fi fans may find this a good deal on DVD. Sick of life in the poor village where a private company controls the water supply tech geek Memo Cruz (Luis Fernando Pena) is tinkering with his radio when it picks up a transmission it shouldn’t have. Barely affected by the subsequent tragedy Memo heads to Tijuana where he seeks to have metal nodes implanted in his skin so he can work in the aforementioned factories. Rivera has some neat ideas about privacy in the virtual era and the sweatshops of tomorrow but Pena is a blank… Rivera has some neat ideas about privacy in the virtual era and the sweatshops of tomorrow but Pena is a blank. Camera (color HD) Lisa Rinzler; music Tomandandy; music supervisor Lynn Fainchtein; production designer Miguel Angel Alvarez; art director Luis Figueroa; costume designer Adela Cortazar. Reviewed at Sundance Film Festival (competing) Jan. Spanish English dialogue. Running time: 89 MIN.