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Friday, January 7, 2022
Phương Tâm - (2021) Magical Nights: Saigon Surf Twist & Soul 1964-1966 CD
Sublime Frequencies – SF120
Sublime Frequencies is honored to present the first ever retrospective of Phương Tâm, the groundbreaking Saigon teenager who became one of the first singers to perform and record rock and roll in 1960s Vietnam.
By chance in early 2020, Hannah Hà (USA) learned that her mother, Phương Tâm, had once been a famous young singer, performer and recording artist at the heart of Saigon’s music scene in the early 1960s. The family had heard some mention of their mom as a singer at the time, but the extent of her legacy and the many songs she had recorded came as a big surprise. Further investigations soon led Hannah to producer Mark Gergis, compiler of Saigon Rock and Soul (2010, Sublime Frequencies), enlisting him to join her on a journey of discovery and recovery. The result is this essential document of Phuong Tam’s brief but prolific career, and at the same time, reuniting the long-lost music with its singer.
The unique strengths and qualities of Phương Tâm’s voice, coupled with her commanding stage presence, had swiftly elevated her to top billings on Saigon’s nightclub stages. Parallel to the brutality and uncertainty of an already protracted war, South Vietnam’s music and recording industry were developing at a rapid pace in the early 1960s. Globally, musical trends with wild, ephemeral dance crazes were being thought up weekly; the twist, hully gully, the mashed potato – none of them a problem for Phương Tâm. She soon caught the attention of Saigon’s leading recording companies and composers (Y Vân, Khánh Băng, Trường Hải, Thanh Sơn, Y Vũ and Mặc Thế Nhân, among others). Her energy translated unsurprisingly well in the studio, backed by electric guitars, contrabass, drums, lush brass sections, saxophone, piano, organ and rich backing vocals.
Between 1964-1966, Phương Tâm would record almost 30 known tracks, released by the three main record companies in Saigon. The teenage starlet became a vital centerpiece of pop music of the time, and one of the very first singers to perform and record rock and roll (known locally as nhạc kích động, or, action music) – though as you’ll hear, she could also transform a jazz ballad into something otherworldly. While these musical styles were undeniably influenced by contemporary trends worldwide, the musicians and composers worked to localize the sounds, incorporating linguistic adaptations, lyrical content and past artistic traditions into something all their own.
In 1966, as Saigon’s music scene continued to evolve and escalate, Phương Tâm walked away from her singing career without looking back – marrying the man she loved and beginning the next rich chapter of her life. But her recorded output had laid the stylistic groundwork for the following generations of singers, and many of the songs she first sang would later be further popularized by others. Her impactful, but short- spanning career has seen her legacy remain historically understated until now.
Due to the lack of master tapes or documentation from pre-1975 Vietnam, and the scarcity of records and tapes that had survived the war, it was difficult to grasp the extent of Phương Tâm’s discography. A collective effort was required in sourcing materials and information to compile this record, involving key collectors and producers internationally (Jan Hagenkötter - Saigon Supersound, Cường Phạm, Adam Fargason, Khoa Hà – granddaughter of composer Y Vân, and researcher Jason Gibbs). As the veils of history were slowly lifted, the genuine thrill was witnessing Phương Tâm herself, hearing these songs for the first time in over 50 years – sometimes since the day she recorded them.
At the heart of this project is a family story – Hannah Hà’s dedication to recovering and sharing her mother’s musical legacy is helping put Phương Tâm back on center stage after 55 years. But it is also a story that adds critical context to the fragmented understanding of Vietnamese popular culture during the 20th century, particularly after so much has been lost to war and dislocation.
25 tracks spanning Phương Tâm’s recording career: early rock and roll, surf, twist, soul, blues and jazz ballads recorded in Saigon between 1964-1966, featuring electric guitars, contrabass, lush brass, saxophone, drums and organ, and rich backing vocal arrangements. Restored and remastered from original records and reel tapes.
Deluxe CD release comes housed in a 6-panel digipak, with two 32-page booklets in English and Vietnamese, featuring extensive liner notes by Hannah Hà and Mark Gergis, exclusive photos, album and sheet music art, original magazine and newspaper extracts, nightclub advertisements + more. Digital version is accompanied by a 41-page pdf booklet. Vinyl release forthcoming in 2022.
Mien (Yao) - (2021) Canon Singing In China, Vietnam, Laos LP
Sublime Frequencies – SF117
The YAO who call themselves MIEN , which means “people." Yao is a Chinese expression that means “dog” or “savage." , totalizing 4 million people and are spread over the southern Chinese provinces of Guizhou, Guangxi, Yunnan. They also migrated to Vietnam, Laos and Thailand for centuries. Belonging to the Miao-Yao (Hmong Mien) ethno-linguistic family they have many subgroups usually defined according to colors of their traditional clothes. According to legend the Yao were founded by a dog who saved the life of the daughter of a Chinese emperor and thus was rewarded with her hand in marriage. Because of their Chinese origins, the Yao consider themselves to be culturally superior to other hill tribes, having incorporated elements of Taoism in their own beliefs and the use of Chinese written system for men. The Yao women produce wonderful embroidered cloth and that s the main reason why they re being noticed by outsiders.
Mein GlasFabrik - (2020) Exotic Percussion , Death TV 2xLP
Vinyl-on-demand – VOD163
In the heart of Sheffield's electronic / industrial music scene of 1979, Peter Bargh and Mark Holmes created the experimental project Mein Glas Fabrik.
"This VOD release is a combination of their two cassette albums, recorded on simple equipment using tape loops, home made synths, samples, random radio frequencies and a legendary Shergold guitar. Death TV was favourably reviewed in local fanzine "Tigers on the Moor", Exotic Percussion followed soon after. While influenced by a wide spectrum of musical genres, Mein Glas Fabrik created a fusion of sounds, not adhering to any specific genre...expect the unexpected!"
Minor Threat - 2003 - First Demo Tape CDr
Dischord Records – DIS 140 CD
A demo tape is already an argument against there being only one correct copy of a recording. Its original purpose is movement: record the songs, duplicate them, hand them to somebody, let the sound escape the room where it was made. First Demo Tape eventually became an official Dischord release in 2003, but this post returns it to that less stable condition. The images present a compact disc object, the title calls it a CDr, and the download carries the music as MP3 files. Tape becomes official CD, CD becomes home-burned disc, disc becomes compressed data, and the same eight performances continue traveling without waiting for one format to be declared their permanent home.
That chain suits Minor Threat particularly well. The band’s music was created inside a small network where friendship, recording, printing, correspondence and distribution overlapped. Nobody needed to occupy only one professional role. Musicians helped operate the label, friends supplied photographs and artwork, records were assembled by hand, and listeners became participants by copying tapes, organizing shows or beginning bands of their own. The music did not emerge first and acquire a community afterward. The community was part of the instrument.
These demos were recorded at Inner Ear in early 1981, only a few months after Minor Threat’s first performance. Ian MacKaye, Lyle Preslar, Brian Baker and Jeff Nelson were still teenagers, or barely beyond being teenagers, yet the essential architecture is already in place. The guitar does not spread into a continuous wall. It arrives in clipped blocks, leaving tiny spaces for the bass and drums to alter the direction of the music. MacKaye does not float above the band as a separate singer. His words enter as another percussive element, struck into the arrangement before the structure closes around them.
“Minor Threat” opens by converting dismissal into identity. A minor threat is something authority believes can be safely ignored, too young, too small or too socially insignificant to change anything important. The band accepts the description and discovers mobility inside it. They possess none of the protections associated with a professional career, but they also have almost nothing to defend. The song moves with the freedom of people who have not yet been informed which ambitions are considered realistic.
Lyle Preslar’s guitar establishes the design through hard, economical shapes. Brian Baker’s bass does not merely reinforce those shapes from below; it gives them another edge and sometimes makes a stationary chord feel as though it is leaning forward. Jeff Nelson’s drumming supplies both momentum and punctuation, continually announcing turns before the rest of the band has fully reached them. The speed comes partly from their ability to stop together. Every tiny absence makes the next entrance feel larger.
“Stand Up” reduces the method to less than a minute. The song contains almost no introductory politeness, explanation or afterthought. It states an action, gives that action a physical rhythm and disappears. Hardcore’s brevity was not only a rejection of elaborate rock songwriting. It was an attempt to shorten the distance between recognizing something and responding to it. Minor Threat did not need to pretend every thought deserved ten minutes merely because a vinyl side could accommodate it.
“Seeing Red” captures anger before anger has organized its legal defense. The title describes a physical condition, the instant when emotion changes perception and the world appears through one hot color. MacKaye sings from inside that state rather than reporting upon it later. The fascinating contradiction is that the band beneath him remains extremely disciplined. Nelson’s accents are deliberate, Baker preserves the lower movement and Preslar’s chords retain clear boundaries. The words approach loss of control while the musicians demonstrate the concentration required to give that loss a usable shape.
“Bottled Violence” examines intoxication not as liberation but as storage. Aggression is placed inside a socially acceptable container, shaken, released and then excused because the person responsible was supposedly no longer fully present. The song refuses the idea that surrendering consciousness becomes rebellious merely because respectable adults disapprove of it. Minor Threat’s early sobriety was not a retreat into obedience. It was another refusal to accept a ritual simply because the surrounding subculture had decided the ritual belonged to freedom.
“Small Man, Big Mouth” applies the same scrutiny to intimidation. The person attempting to dominate the room through noise may be using volume to conceal his own sense of smallness. Punk and hardcore could easily reward this performance because loudness, aggression and physical confrontation were already part of their musical vocabulary. Minor Threat turns that vocabulary back upon the bully. They make a faster and louder object that exposes loudness without purpose as weakness wearing stage clothes.
“Straight Edge” is the point where the demo becomes almost impossible to hear without its future. The phrase would eventually identify an international subculture, a personal commitment, a support network, a symbol, an argument and sometimes another collection of rules. Here it remains seed-sized. MacKaye is not announcing an organization or claiming jurisdiction over anybody else’s body. He is identifying the substances and behaviors he does not need in order to live his own life.
The song’s brevity leaves enormous unfinished space around that decision. Later listeners entered the space and built very different structures. Some found permission to remain sober when every available social setting seemed to demand intoxication. Some found friendships, bands and a language for protecting themselves. Others converted personal refusal into group authority and began measuring strangers against it. The original performance contains the possibility of these futures without yet knowing that any of them will exist.
Its cultural size remains wildly disproportionate to its physical dimensions. Less than a minute of recorded sound altered how people around the world understood music, rebellion and responsibility toward their own bodies. In MP3 form, the whole song occupies only a small quantity of data. A file light enough to pass through an old modem or disappear among thousands of tracks can contain an idea large enough to redirect a life. Minor Threat’s musical compression and digital compression meet here, although they operate differently. One removes unnecessary structure from the song; the other removes information predicted to be less audible. Both make movement easier.
“Guilty of Being White” remains the sequence’s most difficult object. MacKaye has explained the lyric through his school experiences and anti-racist intention, but intention cannot permanently govern a recording after it enters public circulation. The blunt title and the severe compression of its argument leave openings through which very different meanings have entered, including meanings opposed to the politics of the people who made it.
The demo preserves the song before decades of dispute accumulate around it, but listening historically does not require pretending those decades disappear. It is possible to understand the young writer’s immediate experience while recognizing that race, inherited history and collective responsibility cannot be contained comfortably inside such a narrow frame. Hardcore’s concision can remove camouflage and expose an idea with extraordinary force. It can also remove distinctions that become essential once the idea leaves its original room.
That unresolved tension belongs in the archive. Preservation does not require declaring every object innocent, complete or permanently correct. Minor Threat’s own work repeatedly asks people to inspect inherited assumptions rather than protecting them from examination. The band’s importance becomes more convincing, not less, when the songs are allowed to remain the work of young people responding urgently to the world rather than sacred statements delivered from outside history.
“I Don’t Want to Hear It” closes the demo with slightly more breathing room than the later version. The riff has a heavier tread, revealing some of the older hard rock and punk weight that the official EP recording would compress into an even sharper instrument. Hearing the two versions together shows that Minor Threat’s development was not simply a race toward higher tempo. They were learning how removing a pause, shortening a transition or changing the duration of a riff could make the listener experience speed without every beat necessarily becoming faster.
The demo is therefore valuable not because it replaces the familiar recordings but because it exposes decisions that the familiar recordings have made invisible. The later versions feel inevitable because they have occupied the ear for decades. These takes loosen that illusion. A chorus could last longer. An entrance could arrive differently. A vocal phrase had not yet hardened into the exact shape repeated by generations of listeners. Minor Threat’s language is recognizable, but its grammar is still being tested.
The personalities of the four musicians are already unusually distinct. Preslar’s guitar is dry, angular and architectural, using full chords and sudden interruptions rather than continuous distortion. Baker refuses the traditional expectation that bass should vanish beneath guitar, supplying both weight and melodic direction. Nelson plays as though he is editing the songs while performing them, adding a fill where the structure needs emphasis and removing every beat that would allow the momentum to become ordinary.
MacKaye is the visible point of impact, but his authority depends upon the structure made by the other three. His sentences sound urgent because the music gives him very little time in which to complete them. His phrasing bends around Nelson’s accents, Baker’s movement and Preslar’s abrupt closures. The lyrics are inseparable from breath. The listener can hear not only what is being said but the physical effort required to deliver the words before the song vanishes.
Henry Garfield is also present on the recording, contributing backing vocals before he became widely known as Henry Rollins. More importantly, he is present in the photographs as a person rather than a historical caption. On the back cover, he is not commanding a stage, performing toughness or thrashing inside some imaginary pit. He is simply a very young punk in the room, vibing while his friends make music. The photograph captures participation before fame rearranged everybody into separate monuments.
That ordinariness is the image’s real historical power. Henry and Ian had been school friends, neighborhood friends and record-listening friends. They spent time in one another’s rooms, made tapes, visited shops and discovered punk together. Henry was not a future Black Flag icon making a cameo in Minor Threat’s mythology. He was Henry Garfield, somebody close enough to be present while the band rehearsed or recorded, adding his voice when another voice was useful and enjoying the sound because it belonged to people he knew.
The friendship has lasted far beyond the bands that first made it visible. That continuity changes the photograph again. We are not looking only at two famous careers before they separated into different branches of hardcore history. We are seeing the early portion of a relationship that continued after scenes changed, groups ended and public identities accumulated around both men. The music is historically important, but the friendship is longer than the historical event.
This corrects one of the easiest distortions created by punk retrospection. Once somebody becomes known for physical intensity, every old image is interpreted as evidence that the legend was already fully formed. A young Rollins moving with music must be “moshing.” A room becomes a “pit.” Ordinary enthusiasm is converted into a preview of future ferocity. The back-cover photograph resists that machinery when we look carefully. Henry is not yet illustrating a biography written later. He is hanging out.
The other playful photographs around First Demo Tape perform similar work. Minor Threat’s later visual reputation can make the band appear permanently severe: shaved heads, crossed arms, direct stares, black-and-white moral urgency. The demo artwork restores silliness, costumes, friendship and the private behavior that exists around serious creative work. These people cared deeply about what they were making, but caring deeply did not require them to stop laughing or behaving like young weirdos together.
That distinction matters because later admirers often transform influential artists into marble figures and then feel intimidated by the result. The monument appears to have been born complete, certain and historically necessary. The photographs show something much more useful. A group of young people can joke, dress absurdly, argue, learn their instruments and still create work capable of traveling for decades. Importance does not need to announce itself by behaving important every minute.
When Ian MacKaye and Don Zientara mixed these recordings in 2001, they were handling performances made by people they had been twenty years earlier. The tape had remained outside the official catalog while the later versions became foundational records. Its eventual release could have been promoted as a revelation that overturned everything listeners knew about Minor Threat. Dischord instead presented it modestly: eight previously unreleased demo versions of previously released songs.
That wording respects the difference between historical value and inflated rarity. The demo does not need to be “better” than the first EP to deserve existence. It offers proximity. We can hear the songs before repeated shows and another studio visit tightened their outlines. We can hear how quickly the group’s collective identity emerged and which details still required negotiation. The release makes the archive more granular rather than replacing the familiar story with a more marketable secret history.
The CDr identity of this post introduces another kind of private granularity. Recordable compact discs occupied a useful zone between manufactured product and homemade tape. A person could download files, burn them onto a disc, write the title by hand, print or photocopy a cover and place the result on a shelf beside official releases. The home computer briefly became a tiny pressing plant, capable of producing one copy at a time without determining whether that copy was a backup, gift, trade, personal edition or all four.
That ambiguity belongs naturally to Private Release. A CDr can be official, promotional, bootlegged, self-issued, reconstructed or simply made because somebody wanted music to possess a physical body again. Its underside carries data as a fragile change in dye rather than a mechanically stamped pattern. It looks durable but can fail unexpectedly. Labels peel, markers fade, drives refuse to recognize it and the files occasionally survive only because somebody extracted them before the object stopped speaking.
The MP3 download continues that rescue in another direction. It does not preserve every bit of information present on the compact disc, but it frees the recording from dependence upon the disc. The files can move through drives, players, phones and shared folders while remaining identical from one digital copy to the next. Analog tape generations accumulate hiss and soften with duplication. MP3 performs its losses deliberately during encoding, then allows the reduced result to reproduce without further generational decay.
There is no need to pretend this makes MP3 the ideal archival format. Lossless files retain more of the source and provide greater freedom for future conversion. But listening history is not composed only of ideal masters. People encountered life-changing music through dubbed cassettes, damaged records, radio signals, portable players, small computer speakers and low-bitrate files mislabeled by strangers. A recording’s cultural force often depends upon its ability to survive technically imperfect conditions.
Minor Threat survives them exceptionally well because the arrangements are built from durable information. Preslar’s guitar shapes remain recognizable when frequency detail is reduced. Nelson’s attack still defines the structure. Baker’s bass continues pulling the songs forward, and MacKaye’s voice retains the grain necessary to make each phrase strike. The finer atmosphere around the recording may change, but the skeleton is difficult to damage. These songs were designed, consciously or not, to pass through hostile little machines.
The old Private Release post participates in that history through its sparseness. Two images, a catalog number and a link were enough. It belongs to a layer of the blog where putting the object into circulation carried priority over explaining why it mattered. The post did not attempt to compete with the recording, deliver a final critical judgment or establish an official context. It opened a small door and left the visitor to decide whether to enter.
Returning now and adding language does not invalidate that earlier method. It lets two periods of the archive occupy the same page. The older post preserves the direct gesture: here it is. The review records what becomes visible after years of listening, collecting and thinking about why different copies matter. Neither form has to defeat the other. An archive can contain silence around an object and later conversation growing from that silence.
This is also why another First Demo Tape post is not a problem. A conventional database attempts to eliminate duplicates so that every release occupies one approved position. A personal archive may preserve the official CD, a vinyl pressing, a CDr, an MP3 folder and another copy encountered years later. The recordings repeat, but the surrounding intentions do not. One post documents catalog history. Another documents a transfer, an artwork variation, a forgotten download source or simply the moment when the object returned to attention.
Memory behaves this way too. It does not retain one final master of an experience. A song reappears beside different circumstances and activates another part of the listener. The person hearing Minor Threat in 2026 is not the person who filed the post in 2022, and neither is the person who first heard the band decades before. Repetition is how the differences become audible.
First Demo Tape already contains several dates layered inside it. The music was recorded in 1981, mixed in 2001, released in 2003 and posted here in 2022. The CDr and MP3 may add other unknown moments of manufacture, extraction, encoding and sharing. Every date describes a different kind of arrival. None cancels the first instant when four very young musicians entered Inner Ear and attempted to capture songs they had barely finished inventing.
For nine minutes, all the later history remains both present and impossible. “Straight Edge” has not yet named a worldwide culture. Dischord has not become a model studied by generations of independent labels. Henry Garfield has not joined Black Flag. Ian MacKaye has not formed Fugazi. Minor Threat does not know it will end in 1983 or that every small piece of recorded rehearsal-room energy will one day be examined as evidence.
The back-cover photograph may communicate this more clearly than any timeline. Henry is there because friendship placed him there, not because history arranged a summit meeting. Nobody needs to recognize the future singer, label operator, author or cultural symbol. He is a kid enjoying his friends’ band. The room has not yet divided into famous people and supporting characters.
That may be the deepest reason to keep this version beside the other one. The official discography tells us what Minor Threat became. The CDr, MP3 files and photographs return attention to how cultural history actually begins: somebody finds a room, somebody brings a guitar, somebody else knows how to record, and a friend stands nearby moving with the sound. No monument is visible. There are only people close enough to hear one another.
The recordings themselves possess that closeness. They are not perfect predictions of the later versions and do not need to be. They preserve effort before effort becomes fluency, statements before statements become slogans and friendship before friendship becomes historical context. Their roughness is not romantic proof that earlier automatically means purer. It is evidence that completed forms are assembled through repeated human decisions.
A demo tape asks to be copied because it has not yet been told that scarcity makes an object important. A CDr asks to be burned because one more copy may keep the files alive. An MP3 asks to be moved because movement is what its smallness makes possible. First Demo Tape has now occupied all three conditions. Its route keeps changing, but the room at the center remains surprisingly intact.
Minor Threat sound young, serious, playful, disciplined and unfinished all at once. Henry is nearby, not as prophecy but as a friend. Don Zientara’s basement studio is still simply the place available to record. Skip Groff helps produce. Eight songs are captured before anybody can know how much life will gather around them. The later records perfect the language. This version lets us hear the language while everyone in the room is still discovering that they can speak it.
Lost in America (1985)
1h 31m 4.36GB .ISO file
In this hysterical satire of Reagan-era values, written and directed by Albert Brooks, a successful Los Angeles advertising executive (Brooks) and his wife (Julie Hagerty) decide to quit their jobs, buy a Winnebago, and follow their Easy Rider fantasies of freedom and the open road. When a stop in Las Vegas nearly derails their plans, they’re forced to come to terms with their own limitations and those of the American dream. Brooks’s barbed wit and confident direction drive Lost in America, an iconic example of his restless comedies about insecure characters searching for satisfaction in the modern world that established his unique comic voice and transformed the art of observational humor.
Nymphomaniac: Vol. I (2013)
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Nymphomaniac (stylised as NYMPH()MANIAC onscreen and in advertising) is a 2013 European two-part erotic art film written and directed by Lars von Trier. The film stars Charlotte Gainsbourg, Stellan Skarsgård, Stacy Martin, Shia LaBeouf, Christian Slater, Jamie Bell, Uma Thurman, Jean-Marc Barr, Willem Dafoe and Connie Nielsen. The plot follows Joe (played by Gainsbourg and Martin), a self-diagnosed nymphomaniac, who recounts her erotic experiences to a bachelor who helps her recover from an assault. The narrative chronicles Joe's promiscuous life from adolescence to adulthood and is split into eight chapters told across two volumes. The film was originally supposed to be only one complete entry, but, because of its length, von Trier made the decision to split the project into two separate films. Nymphomaniac was an international co-production of Denmark, Belgium, France, and Germany.
The world premiere of the uncut Volume I occurred on 16 February 2014 at the 64th Berlin International Film Festival, while the uncut Volume II premiered at the 71st Venice International Film Festival. The world premiere of the Director's Cut took place in Copenhagen on 10 September 2014. It was nominated for the 2014 Nordic Council Film Prize.
Nymphomaniac is the third and final installment in von Trier's unofficially titled Depression Trilogy, following Antichrist and Melancholia.
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