Skyzoo x Dilla x New Track - "History"

Donwload HERE

i would like to rebutt this claim in a improvisational and rhythmic manner

Er ye spent my last day in london ordering continual pizza hut to my mates shop and playing the role of irratating pessistant sales assistant whilst he shared perverse conversation with all female customers on entering so we could watch such delights as these motion pictures that seem to be quite suited to 'urban' content typically posted on here... stay tuned for the female version, in which i am to guest star. PEACE. x

It breaks my heart to have to do this, it truly does. She sits there, hidden away from the British GP's prying eyes, awaiting the time that I see fit to uncover Her and reintroduce Her to my society. My vision must have been clouded, for I never managed to find the time to give Her the attention She required; now I'll never be able to show Her off in the manner She so deserves.

I hate going back on my word but I have no choice now. I must do the one thing that I swore to Her I would never do, no matter what difficulties arose between us.

Deep down, I hope that one day, if it is deemed fitting, I will once again have at my disposal a ride as magnificent as her. It's true, I probably don't deserve such a ride ever again after the way I treated Her, but I am young and capable of change. The procurement of an asset such as her will be the end result of nothing but my want and desire to achieve and succeed.

So, I am forced to negate on the promise I uttered to her when She first became mine. I know that this will mean complete severance between us. I hope that She finds somebody else more able to look after Her and give Her the attention She needs; furthermore, I hope that whoever recognises her natural beauty and decides to pursue a relationship with her lives nothing short of a great distance from me, for it would break my heart to see Her cavorting with someone else, no matter how much at fault I am for putting Her in that position.

So


Does anybody want to buy my 1967 mk2 Ford Cortina 1600GT?

Flying Lotus and Dancefloor Dale - A MUST SEE.

This video below below contains some explicit cartoon scenes, flashing lights and is FOR OVER 18's ONLY.


Directed by Eric Wareheim (Tim & Eric) in association with Warp Records and Warp Films. Music by Flying Lotus. Co Directed/ Animation by Devin Flynn. Co Directed/ Edited by Eric Fensler. More info at dancefloordale.com

Paris Photo 2008

Photography people, Paris photo is the world's first photography fair. This year brings together some one hundred galleries and publishers from around the world, will coincide with Paris Photography Month, making the City of Lights the international epicentre of art photography.

Starts from the 13th til the 16th of November...

If your interested in Photography and publishing take a look, i already booked my flight, i can't stand France but il deal with it....

Reggae Young Blood

I'm not sure if there are any reggae lovers on ere but once again Richie Spice is back to play a show with Pressure, Tanya Stephens, Terry Linen, Lutan Fyah, Prince Pankhi, and his brother Spanner Banner @ Brixton Accademy on the 16th of Nov 08!
Tickets on sale now!

genius genius GENIUS

If it doesn't work due to the video being removed, go to

http://creativity-online.com/work/view?seed=349ffa2b

this needs to be seen

David Blaine Vs. Kimbo Slice

It looks like Blaine's next stunt could be fighting Kimbo Slice.....

He takes a couple of gut punches in what looks like a training session, and then in another stunt, catches a bullet with his teeth....

I reckon I could do that.

Keaton Minimal House & Techno Mix CD Vol 2

Here's the second in my series of House & Techno Mix Cd's showcasing my favourite tunes over the past few years.

This one goes a Shade darker, so I wore Shades to celebrate-Genius!!

Click on the Cover Artwork below to Download.

Enjoy.

Mad Love

Keaton

D M S R

Friday the 3rd of October
DMSR is back @ The Grill Room

RSVP: krakmuzik@gmail.com

Life After Death - Biggie Movie

So does this film have "the truth"....? Who cares, it looks alright don't ya think?

Kat Deluna Gets Booed Singing National Anthem...

Kat Deluna butchers the US national anthem in Dallas....

Perhaps she should have taken a leaf out of Kanye's book and used the autotune....

DJ Cable's Weekly Mix #33 (Download)

It's been a while, but here's the latest installment of my free Weekly Mix series for you all!

I had to take a break over the past 10 days due to preparing for the DMC World DJ Championships, which are happening this Friday at the Indigo/02 Arena in London. I'll be repping UK in the Teams category, as part of Bionic Stylus.

Anyhow, I decided to make up for my lack of free mixes by putting together a fairly big Dancehall mix this week...There were a few classics that I didn't get the chance to fit in (Smash Riddim, etc), but there's enough anthems in here to keep you all entertained (I hope!).

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Tracklisting:

01. Chaka Demus & Pliers – Murder She Wrote
02. Beenie Man Feat. Ms. Thing – Dude (Remix)
03. Baby Cham – Vitamin S
04. Kardinal Offishall – Lay Lay
05. Sean Paul – Infiltrate
06. Beenie Man – Who Am I
07. Red Rat – Oh No
08. Sean Paul – Deport Them
09. Mr. Vegas – Heads High
10. General Degree – Traffic Blocking
11. Sean Paul – No Bligh
12. Tanto Metro & Devonte – Everyone Falls In Love
13. Sean Paul – Like Glue
14. Beenie Man – Miss Lap
15. Notch – Nuttin No Go So
16. Sean Paul – Gimme The Light
17. Elephant Man – Haters Wanna War
18. Sizzla – Pump Up
19. Wayne Wonder – No Letting Go
20. Lumidee – Never Leave You (Uh Oh)
21. Sean Paul – Get Busy
22. Bling Dawg – Badman Forward Badman Pull Up
23. Vybz Kartel – Street Pharmacist
24. Mr. Vegas – Hot F*k
25. Elephant Man – Willie Bounce
26. Sean Paul – Breakout
27. Sean Paul – Straight Up
28. Kardinal Offishall Feat. Akon – Kill The Dance
29. Sean Paul – Feel Alright
30. Busy Signal – Step Out
31. Vybz Kartel – School Bus
32. Mavado – Wah Dem Ah Do

Got any comments or thoughts? Let me know!

Guess what...

Saturday 13th September started in a way no day should start. I was up at 5am, driving my parents to Gatwick airport. From there I had to drive to the far side of Watford for a days work, then home again. If, at this point, someone had told me that before long I'd be in a field in Norfolk, soaking up the sunshine atop a haystack, I would have delivered a cruel and mirthless laugh to their face. I mean, what a preposterous suggestion!
Well, dear reader, as it turns out, preposterousness was the order of the weekend. I ended up at a house party in Mile End on Saturday night where I was the only guest in a state even resembling sobriety, due to my having driven there. It wasn't fun.


I was bored. The party was full of twats. I wanted to go home. Well, when I say full of twats, there were only a couple, with this gibroni being one of them. I mean to say, take one look at him. I wasn't sure whether I was more offendedd by his Mickey Pearce-esque facial adornments, or his ferocious spandex leggings. Oh no, wait a moment. It's neither. The most offensive thing is the pair of sexy little lacy knickers you can just make out through the sheen of his nightmarish lycra mumble-pants. That and the sweaty little ca-male toe.

What a cunt.

As I was saying my goodbyes, at around 5am, somebody asked me if I wanted to go to a little festival in Norfolk and do a write up for a website. They had free tickets. I had been awake for 24 hours.

I said yes.

So myself and 3 other intrepid freeloaders got in the car, buckled up, went back to mine to pick up the Tom-Tom and some extra warmth (a blanket, a coat and 7 T-shirts) and it was Norfolk bound, on our way to (the very last day of) the very first...

Antic Banquet

The journey was something of an experience. As time progressed, the onset of doubt as to whether or not we would be allowed access to the festivities was growing progressively. The press pass was for 2 people. There were 4 in the car. The passes hadn't actually been confirmed due to an administrative error regarding emailing the festival with confirmation of our attendance. Despite a "guarantee" of entry from one freeloading passenger (he knew someone who MIGHT be about later who MIGHT be able to get us in - that's a mighty large amount of MIGHTS for my liking), faith in our actual admittance to the Antic Banquet was wavering. It was decided that, should we be unable to attend, we would go instead to the seaside and see what that had to offer. After a double dose of Sexual Healing, we tuned into Norfolk's local radio and were astounded by the mundanity of the broadcasts. We heard promise of a reenactment of a wartime field hospital, complete with a real field gun being towed by a Chevrolet. How about that for attention to detail...
It all got a bit too much for our tired minds when it was mentioned that there was to be an interview with the owner of Britain's oldest light bulb. Best to leave that to the Norfolk folk.

After spending the best part of 20 minutes staring at a horses arse, we arrived at a tiny crossroads where I saw a hand painted sign saying "Antic Banquet - around the bend". There were two bends in the road. I took the wrong one. After realising my mistake and turning around in a farmer's yard, we back-tracked and finally found the entrance to the car park. At first glance, I could only see one car parked in it. On closer inspection it transpired that it was actually a huge field and the other cars were parked, rather sensibly, closer to the festival entrance.

Well, we had succeeded in stage one of the operation. We were in Norfolk. All that remained now to do was for me to exit the car, clear my throat, and stride confidently over the the security post on the gate and blag 4 of us in on a possibly non existent 2 person press pass.
Expecting the usual motley crew of Irn-Bru swilling Scottish sociopaths manning the door, I was expecting a less than hospitable reception. So, imagine my surprise when I was given a mandatory vodka jelly by the security team before they even considered our admittance. A bit of smooth talking later, and we were in, being escorted by one caped member of the door staff to the production office. After a brief chat with the production manager to explain what we were here for (and why such a task required four of us), we were left to our own devices. Which, much to the disgust of the other three, involved sitting on a haystack, getting our clothes a bit grubby and relaxing after the mammoth drive.


Whilst sitting atop my haystack, I saw one of the security team rush past with his radio crackling instructions. Naturally, I assumed that a bit of drama was afoot. Not at all. On closer inspection, I heard the immortal words barked from his radio: "They say nutmeg works a lot better if you stick it up your arse. Over". They were merely having a discussion about the psychotropic properties of nutmeg, and the most effective way to administer the dose. These guys were my kinda security staff, and I was beginning to get the impression that this was my kind of festival...

It was still early on Sunday morning and therefore not many people were up and about, but the few that were gave me the distinct impression that the previous 2 nights had taken Motherfuckery to the next level. One barefooted, shell of a chap I got talking to took it upon himself to tell me that the night before he had found himself inside the Google servers, having effectively hacked into them with his mind. He started rambling about being eaten by nanobots and mumbling incoherently, and then, after informing me that he was without sleep for 8 days, staggered off into the distance. If he was the gauge of rage by which everyone else was measuring themselves in terms of getting into the "party spirit", then we were in for some interesting encounters...



We were informed that the banquet would be taking place between the hours of 3 and 6pm, so we had a bit of time to kill. And I cannot think of a more humane method than to fill one's belly with beer from the bar. Which is exactly what we did. As the beer started flowing, people started to loosen up and games were invented, including see who can dive through a rolling hula-hoop without touching the sides. I believe that I came the closest to succeeding.

Around about this time I became acquainted with one of the most amusing people I have ever had the pleasure of meeting. He was an Irish believer of the teachings of Rastafari, or, as he coined it, "Bareknuckle Reggae".

As I reclined on my haystack, I saw a disused ambulance swim into my peripherals. A couple of chaps got out and it became apparent that they needed help with something, so I volunteered my services. Unbeknownst to me, this ambulance contained the two freshly slain and roasted pigs which were to serve as the staple of our banquet. Without further ado, myself and the other volunteers paired up and carried the thankless beasts to the centre of the circle that had been formed by the hundreds of hungry banqueters. They were placed atop a large formation of haystacks and then promptly carved and served by the festival staff who were acting as serving staff, sprinting across the ring with plates in hand, ensuring that nobody went hungry. Absolutely amazing.


After the feeding, two of my fellow freeloaders wanted to go home; their hankering for the concrete delights of which London has to offer clearly proved too much. They left, amidst shoddy excuses involving having to work the next day. For a fleeting moment, a bargain to ensure they remained for the festivities was struck, which involved me wearing nothing but my pants and sunglasses for the rest of the night. I was all up for it, but they backed out at the eleventh hour and departed anyway, having found someone willing to drop them in London. Rubbish.
By this point I had firmly decided that I was going nowhere. I had driven about 300 miles that day, and I wanted something to show for it. That something was a belly full of beer, and by gum did I get it!
Back on my haystack, I noticed the barefooted chap (who, if you recall, had been mumbling about hacking Google's mainframe with his mind) prancing about wearing a huge unicorn's head, poking people as they tried to make speeches thanking the farmers for donating the pigs and the land, and also the participants of this pleasant little gathering. Clearly he was off his rocker, but he seemed to be enjoying himself. This was one of my last memories of Sunday night, as a potent concoction of anti-sleep and alcohol was slowly shutting my body down. Sleep had to come, so it was off to the back seat of my car for some well earned r&r.


After a few hours of the dreamless, myself and the other remaining freeloader stumbled from the car in search of tea and breakfast. The night before had been, I was informed, rather tame compared to the previous two nights. This was due to a large amount of festival goers leaving directly after the banquet. Nevertheless, there were still a few survivors shuffling around in varying states of inebriation. Much to my surprise, the barefooted, unicorn wearing neuro-hacker was still very much alive, despite his heroic performance thus far.



I got talking to him, and it transpired that he was one of the organisers of the Antic Banquet. Suddenly everything clicked into place. Prior to this revelation, it had been quite unclear to me how something like the Antic Banquet could come into fruition, let alone be conceived as a notion. What with the Make-a-Friend tent, where revellers were encouraged to create their own puppet companions, and the Tranny Trash Trailer where one was offered the experience of parading around trans-gender, I had hitherto been unable to compare this madness to anything else I had experienced. But I knew that with characters like this chap at the helm, it didn't matter. The Antic Banquet was a warped reality, constructed by following a warped blueprint which was drawn by a warped hand, in turn controlled by a collection of warped minds. The end result went somewhere close to blowing my mind.
I liked it.
It was a more than refreshing change from the usual festival experience of heaving crowds and groups of undesirables who don't adhere to the same standard of living as yourself. Every single person that we met had been warm and accommodating,
and with the same common goal - to enjoy themselves, but not at the expense of anyone else.

It got to that time of a Monday where one must embark on the long journey home whilst one still has a spark of can-do inside one, so we took our leave. On the way out we found a little village in the forest with a sweet shop, but unfortunately the shop keep was absent. Which was a shame, because I quite fancied a quart of something sweet. But, no such luck. So it was straight to car, sans refreshments, for the merciless drive home.

Radio Norfolk was as entertaining as ever, with reports of a spate of scarecrow thefts across the county, but that only lasted us so far. Then it was back to scanning the airwaves, trying to find someone playing a bit of Sexual Healing. No such luck. We played the chevron game on the motorway for a while which idled some time away, and counted the miles to the Capital.


London's bleak silhouette greeted us after a while and it was back to the familiar sights of fried chicken shops and concrete. Whilst my companion was bolstered by such comforting anchors to home, I was left wishing that I could have stayed a little longer in a field in Norfolk, lounging on a haystack.

I do enjoy a good haystack.

Sewuese on Jools Holland with Sway and Lemar

Mission, accomplished. (Well, semi-accomplished..) I call next.



Check my entry after the show @ www.sewuese.blogspot.com

LIVIN PROOF @ MARKET PLACE TONIGHT!

Yeah motherfuckers! We back!... Im a year older and more good looking than ever!.. Lickin the bottom of my Air Force/Jordan Hybrid on some big dog fat joe ish you summamabitches!... Get ya ass down to m@rket place and make big fun watchin me drink expensive champagne and touching women inappropriatley!... You know how the fuck we do you!.. Supermega rage!

p diddy has lost his fucking mind...

watch it right to the end... this is the funniest thing i have ever seen.

Kurious "Walk Like A Duck" VLS

Classic joint from 1992, produced by The Beatnuts.

Full VLS, encoded @ 256kbps.

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If you're not familiar with Kurious (also known as K-Jorge), I highly suggest you go check out his album "A Constipated Monkey", which got rereleased with extra bonus tracks last year. Supposedly he's got also new album due out this year, featuring production from everyone's favourite masked rapper, MF Doom.

R U Listening? ... another Dilla beat download

super nice beat from the forthcoming Illa J album HERE

The beats gonna be used on this album are hidden gems from Dilla's vintage Pharcyde / Delicious Vinyl era...

someone please buy me this toy for christmas...

Kanye west - Love Lockdown Part 50...

BWOY...!!

End of the Weak!

Anyone looking to reach....holler via the Krak hotline...I gots that Peruvian Krak!! 

Tim Westwood Vs. Timmy Mallet

FLOL is an understatement. This is the greatest game of "Mallet's Mallet" ever!

"Love Lockdown Part 2"

Check out J Slikk's version.

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Kanye West "Love Lockdown" (MASTERED)

Yep, finally got it.

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"808's & Heartbreak" in stores December 16th.

GRIT

...walking home from Sainsbury's Yesterday I pressed my big black nose to the window of the Holster Projects- a new uber trendy mini gallery

I saw this...





www.myspace.com/voyder

In my opinion he's in the same catergory as INSA -Graf made commercially viable.

I'm planning to attend the official opening night on the 18th as I understand there will be free wine.

there are other artist but I don't care for their work.

Pass the bucket pal, this French bastard's making me sick!

Has anyone else read "Fingerprints Of The Gods"?

I did...roughly 10 years ago now. The main sentiment was that we all needed to prepare for 2012...If you're still thinking Olympics, then can I recommend you see this as a red pill/ blue pill moment, (as in WAKE THE FCUK UP!!!)  Also I'm not trying to overdo the matrix analogies, all I mean is I started reading into this sh*t and was hooked!! 

Many interesting facts came out of that book. Firstly  a 15th Century map -  The Piri Reis map, which showed the coast of Antartica (at the time undiscovered) with fruit trees, a hot climate,"large snakes" and vegitation only found in the tropics.  Next the book talked about the greatest human constructions on the planet - The Pyramids, apparently built in 10,000 bc and not 3000 bc as originally thought.   

The book takes you through all sorts of other weird but compelling theories till we reach my favourite...The Mayan "Doomsday" Calendar, split into 5 ages, each age spanning hundreds of thousands of years...Archaeologists found that the end of each "age" could be tied to a historical global catastrophy, including most recently (in their terms) the extinction of the dinosoars. Well the 5th age is due to end some time in June 2012 and the book mentions everything from global warming, melting polar ice-caps leading to freak weather conditions, to the imbalance in tidal shifts and finally "Earth Crust Displacemet". i.e. the earths mantle spinning around its axis, causing polar shifts and general global fuckry. 

Now...if that were the case, and these shifts happened millions of years ago. Could that be an explanation for fruit trees, large snakes, vegitation and lets face it, NO SNOW in an undiscovered Antartica?....Maybe!!

Oh yeah...my point?...well it's more of  question... Were the ancients correct in their doomsday predictions, meaning regardless if what we did, mankind was F'd from day? Or does the unstoppable egotism of mankind simply mean that we cant help ourselves but to create a self fulfilling prophecy...see below!

Check it out....Read about...and let me know what you think MUTHAFCUKAS!!!

 

 

Love Locked Kanye!

Kanye's Love Locked Down check it!

What do YOU think?

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COMMENTS PLEASE YOU WHORES!

lego strippers... buff

Amazing video, ok song. Check out the Plastician and Skream remix, it's a touch better. I had the link, I lost the link, I'll try and find the link again. Maybe.

Absolutely wicked inside the place....

iPod Touch & iPhone Drummer Program

I need this in my life.

Donations welcomed....

Vote Obama By Tisa

I saw this n thought it was jokes, although slightly annoying...made me think more about when the fuk r we the krak muzik team gonna make a random video like this...we got enuff talent to take ova the world..... ^_^

Q Bert Scratching over Dilla

now i don't normally get too bovered about scratching (mainly because i cant do it), but this is different. It is over a Dilla beat.

DJ Cable's Weekly Mix (Download)

Week #32 is here!

This week, I decided to throw a bunch of genres in the mix, add another blend, the new Wiley joint, and generally have a little bit of a mashup. The end result was this:

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Tracklisting:

01. Wiley - Summertime
02. Justin Timberlake - My Love
03. Tag Team - Whoomp! (There It Is) (DJ Cable Blend)
04. Robin S - Show Me Love (Stonebridge Club Mix)
05. Armand Van Helden Feat. Fat Joe & BL - Touch Your Toes
06. Simian Mobile Disco - Hustler
07. Justice Vs. Simian - We Are Your Friends
08. Boys Noize - Oh! (Original Mix)

Got any thoughts? Let me know!

P.S. Be sure to support me and the rest of Bionic Stylus at the DMC World Finals on 26h September! For more info, check out the DMC Website, or watch this space.

Thee Secret Jardin-2008

It appears to be amazingly hard to re adjust my mind whilst it slips into a shrivelling rabbit hole; maybe it’s going to take a few more days for me to vacate this cocoon of insanity. Whilst I did not trip due to undisclosed substances my senses were put through a physcadelic montage of obscure characters, costumes and interactive art installations. It really is an immense sight to view somebody spending 30mins passionately picking up there arms and placing each limb inside a truck tyre to then be pushed down a hill with an algae mutated lake being the final destination. My own kicks certainly come much easier. Accurately titled ‘Suicide Races’, people had spent time, previous to this, making disastrous vehicles to partially carry them down the race course whilst a collection of nurses who resembled a mix between the clangalers and M.I.A, were on hand to pump water into the contenders so that they ‘ did not die’. Hugely entertaining, after an hour of ooooING and aaahING as if I were at a guy fawkes display I did in fact realise that my presence there was doing nothing more than aid my confusion and proceeded toward the bar. I lost track of the ‘main’ bar and ended up head in hand at an eco worshiping all man encompassing organic natural produce bar. What the... well I ended up being persuaded to have a shot of liquidised tree bark which apparently would ‘keep me buzzing for hours’ after a laugh and a sarcastic conversation I did one of their famous shots and left with the after taste of a sexual product of a goat mixed with sand.



Nothing like any other festival I have ever been too, during my hippy-esk upbringing I was a resident of Womad most years, and I can safely say that this is a finer mutation. Glastonbury is yet to be purveyed but the intimacy of Secret Garden is certainly a huge bonus to its perfectly obscure vibe and isolated brilliance. With a population of 5,000 slightly of-centred beings I felt right at home after ‘misplacing’ my friends. I found myself waking up in a haystack and calmly strolling down to the ‘Valley of the Antic’ stage, pitching up my rag and having the emotionally vibrating lyrics and voice of Peggy Sue and Pirates sooth my beaten body. Probably the only set of the entire 4 days I saw, where the whole audience were lying down as supposed to power testing every ligament in an energy fuelled dance off, with the goal of realising ‘does my body still work today?’

Still without the group I arrived with I made friends with a few zebras and undertook a mission from the ‘Ministry of Correspondence’ whereby I had to pin clothing pegs on unsuspecting members of the public, I won some fake money and continued to wander, befriended dead male brides and such. From the hours of 6pm-1am I found my new religion. Dubstep. I spotted my friends dancing in a circle near to centre stage with dedicated looks of bliss and vacant eyes I could see the music enhancing them as I had felt through every minute. What really made me truly realise that this festival was heaven was that I did not feel compelled to run up in despair, clutch them and scream ‘where have you been!!’ I just danced over through the crowd, put my hands in the air and brought them down to the electronic beats, cracked a smile and continued to enjoy myself in their presence.


The attention to detail and landscaping was really truly enchanting. Banana bundles were placed in the tree tops, every square metre of the garden was adorned in mind arousing lighting. I think I literally floated around this festival, my mind seemed constantly lifted and my soul free from all restraints.


Returning to good ole Londinium minus two shoes and with plus four 4 dreadlocks I think I digested all that this festival had to offer, and if there’s still more then maybe you can browse the photos and spot the man dressed as a snail from mars cross bread with a pirate on acid that I did not spot.

Good Job Mum and Dad for my naming me fairy.

Carnival

Carnival Sunday took it easy.....


rampage...its BASHY!


OK then there was Carnival MONDAY with THE DRAGONS!

The Theme was the Mask of the red Death



Shout out to Auntie Di!









Umm...the chick in green is suppose to be security....










THE BEST WAY TO ENJOY CARNIVAL IS TO BE A PART OF IT.