Bombs at Iftar in Islamabads. Kaafir haraamzaadaa, I'm told. Diners soon after dates have broken the fast. Marriott mayhem, fitnah, the metal logo on fire. Listening to Muslimgauze after 9/11. Fortune brought me to desert rest-stop called Shackleton in Ramadan time and Soundboy's Suicide Note. The Skull Disco music is just broken news, what was that they said, rumours, whispers of a plot, paranoid glitches and distant explosions, CCTV res frustrations and jihadi crash videos. Tuning in then tuning out and in again. Not quite sure if they should play at 33 and a third or 45. Where were you in 92? Never mind the haunting of rave and exhuming Burial mounds and Enya deep Ing-folk dead music. For Shackleton, It Dreadistan inna Inglan. Travelling travelling travelling to Ethiopia Nyabingi as Debra Keese and the Black Five with the interference of Flying Lotus. On 'Shortwave' it's panicking voices after the blast yammering in another tongue. By the time Pole arrives we are in the shrinking hours between iftar and sehri. Though the scene is still burning, it has been cleaned up, cordoned off and Pole has stripped away the cries to leave the bass line rattling the metal of that army vehicle.
SALAH RAGAB & THE CAIRO JAZZ BAND - Ramadan in Space Time
GUERILLA NEWS NETWORK - Happy Ramadan, Osama Bin Laden
SHACKLETON - Shortwave
SHACKLETON - Shortwave (Pole Remix)
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Who are you ? - it's wonderful to have found you. I loved the haari mirch bit. Eid Mubarak.
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