It’s about time I recommended something other than music, I think.  I liked this film when I first saw it, but better than that, it’s just stayed with me.  I keep thinking of lines from it.

If you’re like me then you may watch this trailer and think: this is going to be a bit tediously macho, isn’t it.  Lots of David Mamet posing and Aaron Sorkin speeches and ‘You don’t understand how hard it is for me to be such an unusually gifted actor!’ shite.  Actually, there’s none of that.

It is basically the story of the day that the 2008 credit crisis hit, told from the perspective of a fictional investment bank, in pretty much real time.  There’s comparatively little philosophising, and much more people rapidly alternating between (a) staring at computer screens and going “Oh shit… ohh shit… that can’t be… ?!!  oh shit…” and (b) wondering out loud how much money other people in the company make.

Hopefully this isn’t a spoiler, but it doesn’t exactly have a happy ending.

Current Favourite Thing: Stanley Tucci talking about how he used to make bridges.  In fact, just Stanley Tucci generally.  And not just in this film.

I’m not going to just keep recommending people I know, but I can’t let the passing of this month’s big album release pass by.  Science-fiction inflected, electronically induced and very occasionally chemically-inspired, Mass and Ossian have been making music of one form or another pretty much since I first knew them, which was pretty much an infinity ago.  Their latest, out on Body Control records, is a collection of 12 of the finest compositions of digital mischief and what-the-fuckery you are likely to encounter this side of that parallel universe where all the Star Trek crew are evil and have beards: (more…)

The second recommendation of this month is also from my week of mixing and mastering in SSR London.  This time from my classmate Micaela Hourbeigt: resident of Argentina who had flown in to London to brush up on her studio skills, see some friends, have a holiday, and shake her head in bewilderment as Brexit shit went off the chain all around her.

Together we managed to break teacher Johnny with our never-ending stream of questions (“Yeah, I’m coming to that part…” basically became his catchphrase.)  And then we did the traditional swapping of each other’s music.  And she hit me with a triple volume concept album, which is fairly hardcore.

The first one lulls you into hypnosis…