Mixes presented in streaming m3u format, with a “feature” mix ((FM)) each month that is available
for free download. Mixes generally include tracklisting and cover art;
always include choice selection. Click
on any mix on the left to read more.
Punk songs from 1970 through 2000, engaging and enraging. Some classics as well as a few lost gems. The cover photo was found in a Kinko’s garbage can the night of an Exploited show. Kids… You’re not punk/ and I’m telling everyone!
How should you be when you feel empty? Are you any closer now than when you were fifteen? No one's succeded in pulling lies out of your arse the way she did? They say that you're wallowing, saying you only want what you can't have? Scavenging through life's very constant lulls, so far from where you intended to go? And now your hurricanes have brought down this ocean rain, to bathe you again? What good is the night to you? ...'cause night wants to fall on you.
B.Cause, hailing from San Francisco by way of Humboldt, cooked up this
mix of all things rap-related. Most suitable for trunkage, fun and "oh
(Nickatina over Benatar). B.Cause is the humble hoarder of damn near
Area born hip-hop record, and thousands of others. Though you didn't
won't) hear it from him. He's got them frontside bluntsides, too. Get
through www.4onefunk.com. Strictly Borgnine Blends, Son!
"Negocios Sucios" saw such crazy megabyte transfer; we thought
it only right
ask Fred for a follow up. And follow up he did, answering his own dirty
business with this round of lovely business, Fred blesses the online masses
with another dose of Latin bangers. This mix is all about the trombone.
never again hear this much trombone in a single serving. Seriously.
Recorded on April 12, 2005, it is an anniversary mix dedication to a friend,
Charles William Bennett, who committed suicide two years prior. An amalgamation
of all things Charles, the songs span genres; industrial, goth, post-modern,
Britpop, electro. A lot of bass. A lot of hi-hat. A lot of reminiscent
gloom. Best suited for late nights and long drives. (Read
After a 4 year hiatus from the 4 track, Asprin returns with a mix that
trips from jazz to soul to jazz. Get ready to witness "Black Rhythm
Happening" and slowly dip into "Africa" to only feel
the Black Heat for a brief moment, only to be surrounded by "The
Rain". Enjoy the trip, it's worth every minute of you life.
The first in the Genius Black Music series, the focal point
of this mix is the American civil rights movement. Classic
Black anthems as well as lesser-known ghetto vociferations,
interspersed with speeches and lectures from revolutionaries,
including Malcolm, Martin, Huey, Angela, Eldridge, H. Rap.
The complete 4-disc series will be part of a Proletariat
Press package, including a full-color book detailing historic
struggles in the civil rights movement, co-authored by Markus
Davey and Bambouche. Look Over Your Shoulder, Motherfucker!
starts off the set with some of the best songs ever written.
Curtis Fucking Mayfield, need we say more? This is a kind
of let-the-whole-song-play type affair, because this caliber
of songwriting deserves not to be fucked with. “Instead
of buying a Cadillac, I’m gonna buy myself a gun!”
Native pacific northwesterner, Twoply has excavated the warmest gems
from the rain-soaked terrain of Portland, Oregon. A beautiful blend
of sweet soulful cuts. A record connoisseur, newspaper editor, film
buff, and all around nice dude, this mix is an extension of Twoply’s
personality – all the good stuff you want (whether you know it
or not), minus all the filler and shit that makes you reach for the
fast-forward button. Holler at him.
“A mix of forgotten gems spanning 1969 – present,
selected by Big Nurse.” Big Nurse spans the last 30+ years of avant punk-whatever-type shit. Big Nurse shows she’s been paying attention, as most of these songs will have you Googling discographies.
The companion to the “Soul Mix,” Twoply showin’ out
on all things rock-related. A little hair farming, some psych
moves, a taste of folkrock, and some breaks for good measure.
Yea, there’s no Led Zeppelin on here. Holler at dude
if you got a problem with that.
Serious dirty business! File under: Latin flavor joints. Fred's
a poet, the
editor of Swerve Magazine,
and he'll run circles around you in Prospect Park
after he beats you to all the record spots. This mix crashed our site
week it was up. Holler at Fred on some exceeded bandwidth groupie business.
Sixty minutes of avant-exploration. Free jazz juggling and analog echo
set to infinity. Not a typical DJ mix. Yelping. Squawking. Needle-dragging.
Women purring like kittens. Silence as an instrument. Twenty-six horns
playing at once. This is for my “out” peoples who don’t
mind a spiritual mindfuck, or a demonstration on how to properly play
instruments the way they were never supposed to be played. ‘60s
and ‘70s BYG/Actuel, Strata East, India Navigation, Perception,
Vortex, Candid, ECM.