As some of you may have seen from our earlier gallery, on Boxing Day we went out and had a bit of an adventure. We caused some mischief, did some painting and decided to film it.
Here's what we got up to:

Paint: SUPER H
Tunes: 'PREMONITION' - HOSTILE DUB (@henry_howe)
Cameras : @leocodeman, @mattsmithies, @aaaaaally

Now we love us a bit of poetry, but nothing could have prepared us for the absolute brilliance of this poem by spoken word artist Hollie McNish about how stupid Flo Rida's 'Whistle' truly is. 

All you need to do to enjoy it is put the Flo Rida video on mute and play Hollie's poem at the same time. 

If you like what you hear you can follow Hollie on twitter here: 
@holliemcnish
Check out more of her work on her website here: 
holliemcnish.com

HAPPY SATURDAY YO

We're going out tonight. Come and join us. 
We'll be at the Alibi, 91 Kingsland High Street, Dalston seeing
LOGAN SAMA & PLASTICIAN
Things are kicking off from around 9pm so come and party.


EVILTWINLDN 
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We had a little bit of an adventure yesterday. 
We did some mischief and stuff, and we're cutting a video as we speak so keep locked for that.

BOXING DAY SESSIONS - COMING SOON !

The sample culture of modern music is as out of control as it is incredible. I’m pretty sure that every song that has come out in the last 20 years is a mashup of a remix of a song that sampled another tune which is already a cover. 

To the uneducated, ‘sampling’ is when a producer or DJ (Deejay or ‘Disc Jockey’) ‘cuts’ a bit of a ‘song’ and puts that bit of ‘song’ into another ‘song’.

Some of these samples are overt, well known and easy to spot, for instance: Cypress Hill’s seminal hit (excuse the pun) ‘Hits From the Bong’ samples Dusty Springfield’s ‘Son of a Preacher Man’, and there’s a bit from Blades of Glory in ‘N*ggas in Paris’ by Jay-Z and Kanye West. However, some producers and artists delve into complete obscurity to find the weirdest and most wonderful samples to set them above the rest. Here at EVILTWIN, we’ve compiled a list of the Top 5 Sample Originals that you might not have spotted.


1. Michael McDonald - ‘I Keep Forgettin’ (Every Time You’re Near)’ 
[Sample begins at 0:00]
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zY0--b6DLqQ

Featured in:
Warren G feat. Nate Dogg - ‘Regulate’
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1plPyJdXKIY

This wonderful song from Michael McDonald’s 1982 solo album If That’s What It Takes (his first away from The Doobie Brothers), was sampled in the unreasonably incredible classic from 1994, ‘Regulate’ by Warren G featuring Nate Dogg. Arguably the greatest song of all time, ‘Regulate’ heavily samples McDonald’s velvety slow-jam to great effect. 

Although the songs differ in content and concept, one thing is for certain: Mike, Warren and Nate were definitely all just out for some fine-ass honeys.



2. Luiz Eca - ‘Pra Dizer Adeus’ 
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ly4mJ6r63uE
[Sample begins at 2:53]

Featured in:
Task Force feat. Braintax & Jehst - ‘Cosmic Gypsies’
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=d1_MmFyHeN8

In my opinion, this is probably one of the best examples of sampling in the history of the tradition. Produced by Braintax, this truly shows the mastery of a producer who has been able to listen to an entire piece of music and pick out the exact 8 bar phrase that would make an undeniably iconic UK Hip Hop track. Mad props yo.



3. Dexter Wansel - ‘Voyager’ 
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=x0YP-1AXmHQ#t=58
[Sample begins at 1:07]

Featured in:
Kendrick Lamar - ‘Blow My High (Members Only)’
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YzSUK6BodAw

If we’re going to talk about obscure sampling, Kendrick Lamar’s ‘Blow My High’ definitely deserves a mention. This incredible and mad 70s jazz/funk track by Dexter Wansel, slowed down around 40-50 BPM somehow creates the perfect hip hop jam without any other edits.



4. Penderosa Twins - ‘Bound’
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6yvX9l2PfRg
[Sample begins at 0:00]

Featured in:
Kanye West - ‘Bound 2’
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BBAtAM7vtgc

Kanye’s ‘Bound 2’ is probably one of the most talked about songs of the last year and we all know why... No it’s not because of his mad, cocaine-fantasy of a video (complete with nipple-less wife and white stallions), it’s due to the wonderful comeback of Pederosa Twins ‘Bound’ into popular music.



5. Herbie Hancock - ‘Jessica’
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=L1M_Huiq2aQ
[Sample begins at 0:03]

Featured in:
Mobb Deep - ‘Shook Ones Part II’
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0NUX4tW5pps

This belongs here more out of respect than anything else. ‘Shook Ones Part II’ is where Hip Hop and Jazz royalty meet. Both the sampler and the sampled are outstanding in their own right, and together are sublime.

Don't tell us we haven't spoilt you this Christmas. 
As another extra special treat, we've got an excellently evil Christmas short film for you called 'Here Comes Santa' !

Merry Christmas from everyone here at EVILTWINLDN !
We hope you've had an absolutely evil day!

Director: Chris Thomas 
Director of Photography: Lee Thomas 
Light: Olly Wilson & Henry Howe

Christmas songs are one of those things that everyone pretends to enjoy, but deep down we all despise with every atom of our being. 

We don't think it should have to be that way, so as your second present of the day, we have compiled a playlist of the very best Christmas Hip-Hop for you to get your ears round. 

We especially suggest putting this on just as your family sit down for lunch or as a pre-cursor to the Queen's Speech. 
We believe that Grandmas the world over will particularly enjoy Eazy E's 'Merry Muthaphukkin' Xmas'.

MERRY CHRISTMAS!

MERRY CHRISTMAS FROM ALL THE TEAM AT THE EVILTWINLDN OFFICE.

In honour of Christmas, but also the much more important event of the launch of our BRAND NEW WEBSITE, we've knocked out a truly evil Christmas graphic for you. 

We're gonna have a lot more in store for you over the coming hours, days and weeks so make sure you keep checking back, like us on Facebook and follow us on Twitter !

"WRECK THE WALLS AND POP SOME MOLLY FALALALALA LALA LA LA"

LOTS OF LOVE,
SUPER H 

The pre-drinks playlist plays an incredibly important role in the outcome of a night out and is not to be trifled with. In student accommodation all over the country, people are subjecting their friends and peers to their truly awful music choices, effectively ruining their nights before they have even begun.

Here at EVILTWIN, we have worked tirelessly to compile a playlist that will set you up with absolutely everything you need for a proper good night out:

Overexcitement, joy, energy, extreme acts of violence and Sisqo.

In first of a series of blogs from guest writers, Jonah Sealey Braverman retells his encounter with the Scottish Defense League:

Two Fringes

It was about three quarters of the way through working as a flyerer at the Edinburgh Fringe and I was fully installed in my arty, liberal, middle class bubble; (very cosy, yet a hair’s breadth away from bursting). At the Fringe, any topical debates I had that might’ve felt meaty at that time slowly revealed themselves to be an exchange of agreeing opinions said with ever increasing volume. I hadn’t had to feel a fully binary culture clash for a while. It was strangely necessary.

I literally fell into my short encounter with Steve, a member of the Scottish Defence League. Flyering in Edinburgh, at least trying to quickly, is hard. To boost my presence on the thickly populated strip, I moved my arms in a flamboyant arc or got down on one knee to deliver the flyers into the hands of people passing by; it worked well. Getting down on one knee one afternoon, is when I literally fell.

While recoiling from the quite dramatic buckle, I heard laughter emanating from the grassy patch to my right. Trying to feign some humility, I approached the group, waving a flyer for an evening of songs from Film Noir. They responded quite well to me mustering enthusiasm out of my embarrassment. After listening to my brief pitch for the show, the most vocal of them, Steve, asked me whether I had heard of the SDL.

I nodded. He then pulled a Scottish flag out of his pocket and walked towards me. 

“Isn’t it great that we have freedom of speech in this country.”, “Isn’t it great that me and you can have a conversation about whatever, and they can’t do anything”. With these words came a cloud of sweet alcohol vapour. I was a little hesitant. However, I agreed with what he said essentially, and felt that leaving would leave him feeling victorious, proving the champagne socialist’s lack of mettle in real world confrontations.

What followed was a exchange of fluid statistics, and emotion based beliefs; from both parties. Steve, an ex soldier, spat out the usual islamaphobic vitriol, centering around fear of being taken over by Sharia Law or his daughter being taken by a Muslim paedophile ring. I returned with statistics that proved that white Christians were disproportionately perpetrators of acts of terror in Europe. Each of his points was buried with ever more forceful fingers into my chest; quite unsubtle intimidation. I tried to present a jocular, composed front through this, still determined that he not feel the upper hand. 

We did eventually find a common enemy; the media. We both agreed that most outlets stir both panic and distraction because of their respective political agendas – not in those words exactly, but basically that. This common ground wasn’t quite firm enough for me to set up camp. I had become bored with the cyclical arguing. I had to find a way of getting out of this conversation without losing face.

The way I removed myself from what had become a pretty uncomfortable situation, was by exploiting a weird meta-coincidence. A film crew were collecting stories on the nearby pathway. While they were filming a flyering friend of mine, a far drunker friend of Steve’s jumped in front of the camera with his SDL flag. My half Maori friend bolted, and I then beckoned the film crew over and insisted that they talk to Steve. As they approached tentatively I smiled and said “Isn’t it great that we have free speech in this country?”, “Isn’t it great that you guys can have this conversation?”.

[Jonah Sealey Braverman for EVILTWINLDN]

In the first in the series, EVILTWIN resident philosophiser Super-H pays tribute to the greatest song ever written

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Is it a novelty record or is it a masterful artwork? We may never know. All that we can be sure of is that it has passed the one test which determines whether or not a song will go down in history – as a rave-cutting banger, or be forgotten, coveted by only the most obscure-geared hipster – and that is that there is a Bollywood cover version (no, no, no – there really actually is – links below) So what is this mysterious ballad? Where did it come from? Will it ever die? The lyricism employed throughout the song is the timeless mantra of the heavily-dosed, the wide eyed warrior on the endless plain of the concrete floor, and the aging floor manager, searching for his rizla for the thirtieth roll-up of the afternoon alike. Those immortal words are:

“ey eym, badayum, a one la dy day in badayum, badayum, ba one la dy day ey eym, badayum a one la dy day in ba day in bad d d d d one la dy daym gwan!”

Or something along those lines (it’s a great dishonour, I’m aware, to not know the actual lyrics but maybe its all about finding your own. [It’s quite obviously not. Prick.] (If someone thinks they have them – or Jah yourself, if you’re reading this, and can find it in your infinite love and mercy, please email me them and put me straight.)

Heard throughout the country and indeed the world these words hold power only previously bestowed to the chants and incantations of mystic shamans and revered magic men in far corners of the globe; the power to heal, to motivate, to alleviate, to transform, to bring you above the realm of mere mortals to the kingdom of the demi-gods – and most importantly, to bring together, as one. As the great Skinner says of MDMA “they could end wars with this, if only they would”.

So what is this instant reload pressed onto acetate posing amongst others as a lowly chorus of vibrations?

It is, of course, SL2’s ‘On A Ragga Tip’.

Originally released in the April of 1992, the song even enjoyed commercial success and spent eight weeks in the top 10. This is nothing to be sniffed at for a rave track by any means – the thought, for instance, of Doctor P’s seminal noise ‘Tetris’ even making the top 40 when it was released seems alien in the extreme. But here it is that ‘Ragga Tip’ holds its appeal. It walks all over boundaries by not even acknowledging them. It is the sound of pure celebration, celebration of life, death and the raves of our ancestors, indeed passed down from raver to raver regardless of relation – be it father to son, friend to friend, or even stranger to stranger. But more than that, it is a gift, a coming-of-age and an open-door opportunity all in one; once it is experienced, it takes a serious deficiency of soul to ignore.

It calls you to a world separate from the ‘normal’ material world, it screams lovingly at you “THIS IS NOT AS GOOD AS IT GETS” in everyday situations – at the pub, at work or at the clurb – and it pushes you, hand-in-hand, out of these places and out of these bonds, to spiritual fulfilment.

Like only a certain type of song can do, for example Skreams ‘Midnight Request Line’ or CJ Bollands ‘Sugar Is Sweeter’ (sugar daddy), it manages to be one of the defining songs of a genre without being archetypal of said genre, instantly recognizable to from first blend to third reload, a song which stands out above others but is somehow so humble it can be played alongside almost anything. These certain types of song have the effect of instantly making better any situation, be it a haircut, weekly shop or relation’s funeral, simply by being thrown into the mix. The simplicity of the song is the essence of it, for me, and any attempt to remix it is usually to take away from it. If something ain’t broke don’t fix it. Unless you know you can create some sort of super-creation, however this is not necessary if what you are attempting to fix is all ready a super-creation, (That being said there is an excellent ukulele cover). The song itself is a remix of sorts however, at the very least an update which samples heavily from the original, one Jah Screechy’s ‘Walk and Skank’. So is the essence in the original or in the new creation? I don’t know. But is the beauty of the diamond only seen when it is cut? Personally I believe there it is the masterful stroke of the artist to take the entity and craft it into something new which becomes an entity of its own, surpassing its original form but also staying true to its essence. Is the material landscape from which the artist drew the essence of the painting or is it the painting itself? It may be, then, that the fact the artist has seen great beauty in something and has chosen, as he may feel is his duty, to isolate and to document that beauty so others may enjoy it too is the real beauty – Are we simply marvelling at his creation?

And that, in a nutshell, is why the Hardcore rave anthem ‘On A Ragga Tip’ is a timeless wonder which should be shared, enjoyed, and most importantly learned from, by all. And if you don’t like it, suck your mum, badbwoi.

SUPER H

Evil Twin’s resident pencil menace has done some computer drawings AND a pun.

Get in.

We went to America. It was cool and weird and fucked up. Here are some highlights:

On a dreary Sunday afternoon in September, the new appointed and very hungover correspondents of the EVILTWIN CULTURE GANG ventured deep into the heart of the ancient City of London in the hopes of finding an experience to appeal to the deepest, darkest and most enjoyable parts of our psyches.

We were not disappointed.

‘Victoriana: The Art of Revival’ is a new exhibition housed in The City of London’s Guildhall Art Gallery.  As quaint and unassuming as its name may suggest, the exhibit was far from it. With works from artists from all disciplines and backgrounds, as well as people famous enough that we learnt about them in art GCSE like Grayson Perry and Yinka Shonibare, the exhibition focuses on the idea of Victorian revivalism in the modern age; drawing comparisons with the modern fascination for the weird and weirder to the Victorian obsession with death, the afterlife and the supernatural.

London-based artist Tessa Farmer’s ‘Mignon, Ambushed by a Mob of Fairies’was one of the most impressive and morbidly fascinating things we saw. Her work incorporated hundreds of insect carcasses suspended from the ceiling by wires being ridden by tiny figures with swords and spears ready for a very tiny battle around a statue. CULTURE GANG can confirm that Farmer’s piece is almost definitely in the running for the world record for Most Dead Things Stuck on to Other Dead Things.

Paul St George’s ‘Geistlich Tube’ (Ghostly Tube) is a device created to witness the manifestation of spirits or ghosts. He draws on the Victorian fascination with death and even prompts people in the gallery to tweet him (@telectroscope with the hashtage #geistlich) if they witness such a manifestation.

Some of the slightly less macabre works were still as impressive (and also slightly easier to stomach on a hangover). Mat Collishaw’s ‘Magic Lantern’uses strobe lighting and creepy moths to show the Victorian fascination for raving, while Stephen Kenny’s letterpress revival work instructed, nay ordered us to ‘DRINK MORE GIN’ which we duly did. We also got samosas afterwards and they were excellent.

This exhibition is perfect for creatives in search of inspiration or weird shit to see, as well as any other budding CULTURE GANGS looking for new experiences in the city.

Victoriana: The Art of Revival is running from 7th September – 8th December 2013 at Guildhall Art Gallery, City of London

Entrance fee: £7 (£5 for students and concessions)

Closest tube stations: Moorgate (Northern, Circle, Hammersmith & City and Metropolitan Lines), Bank (Northern, Central, Circle, District Lines), Mansion House [Bow Lane Exit] (Circle, District Lines), St. Paul’s (Central Line)

GUILDHALL

• The exhibition is housed in the Guildhall Art Gallery, deep in the heart of the ancient and bizarre City of London. This is apparently not to be confused with regular London. We learnt that it’s in fact one of two cities, inside another city, inside a country inside another country…
• Guildhall is the ceremonial and administrative centre of the Corporation of London, which many of the crazier conspiracy nuts in the deeper parts of the internet would argue is the centre of some sort of Illuminati-Rothschild-Bilderberg hybrid organisation who run the world.
• As if that’s all not far-fetched and ridiculous enough, the City is “guarded” by Gog and Magog, two biblical giants represented by some pretty crazy carvings as well as 7 foot wicker effigies. (And as we always say, it’s not a proper day out if there aren’t any effigies involved).
• Guildhall was also the venue for the trials of some of the gunpowder plot conspirators, some martyrs and people with very excellent names like Sir Nicholas Throckmorton.

Words by MS