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November 30 2011 4 30 /11 /November /2011 22:39

 

Sensey Shogun is creating quite a buzz in the Brussels underground and far beyond usual  Hip-Hop circles. Jazzy tunes and engaging text, let's make better acquaintance with this Kampioenschap van Brussel finalist.


Français en bas (après la vidéo)

 
Yo Man! Your SoundCloud showcases some fine tunes with excellent production. How did you get to that?

Yo man. Let's say I started with harder rap, and in meeting Loic Moreau (who is my official beatmaker), I immediately fell in with the feeling with his tunes. It brought out more fun lyrics and made me focus more on jazzy stories :-) Basically, it just happened.


Texts, stories ... Where do they come from? What do they talk about?

 
I think my writing and my stories emerge from my past. I am a big fan of old movie, like "Chicago" everything from the time of Al Capone and beyond, we can feel it in the clip "show man" and I did not hesitate one second to reproduce the atmosphere, then the other texts are also my desire to travel to see the world. say that it speaks mainly of freedom, of escape.

 

Are there really 9 of you on stage? Is that the Showman side?

 

Ahahahahaha 9 on stage can seem to be a lot, but every person has their job within the band and then as we keep telling ourselves, "that's the show mannnnn" (our bad motto)

 

And who is Sensey Shogun?

 

Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh Sensey is the one that a friend calls "sweet dreamer", quiet, laid back, without the fuss, and is a addicted to music, now I am far from knowing everything, but just hearing good music during the day makes me happy and gives me wings, so it's not just redbull that can give you wings (lol)

 

Final Kampioenschap van Brussel, it will open doors, but especially in the north. The challenge of presenting the show has a non-public speaking?

 

I'll admit to being very surprised in being selected at first in the competition, and that was very motivating, but to go through to final in the AB gives me yet one more boost, so yes I am really motivated to play to a non-francophone audience, and that will sort out once and for all if I have the groove or not.

 

Are you going to win?

 

You know in some ways, I have already won! I won the chance to play with talented musicians, whether my own gang or other bands, I've been selected for the final, even just being selected to start with. To be able to appear at the AB but also I've won the right to play before an audience and that, is worth all the gold in the world (take my money - you can have it, let me play before an audience). But I wouldn't say no to going al the way (lollllllllllllllllllllll)

 


 

 

Sensey Shogun fait plutôt un buzz dans l'underground Bruxellois et bien au delà  des milieu Hip-Hop.  Avec des compos jazzy et des textes engageants, ça donne envie de mieux découvrir ce finaliste au Kampioenschap van Brussel

 

Yo Man! Ton Soundcloud nous présente des compos fins et super bien produits. Comment en es tu arrivé là?

 

Yo man. Disons que j'ai débuté avec du rap plus dur et que en rencontrant Loic Moreau (qui est mon beatmaker officiel) j'ai tout de suite senti un feeling avec ses compos qui ont fais ressortir en moi des lyrics plus fun et plus axé sur des histoires jazzy :-) en bref je ne me suis pas forcé !

 

Des textes,  des histoires... Qui viennent d'ou? Qui parlent de quoi?

 

Je pense que mes textes et mes histoires ressortent de mon passé. je suis un grand fan de vieux film, style "Chicago" tout ce qui est de l'époque d'Al Capone et même après, on peux le ressentir dans le clip " show man" ou je n'ai pas hésité une seule seconde à reproduire l'ambiance, ensuite les autres textes sont du aussi à mon envie de voyager de voir le monde. disons que ça parle essentiellement de liberté, d'évasion.

 

Vous êtes 9 sur scène? C'est le côté Showman?

 

Ahahahahaha effectivement être à 9 sur scène parait peut être beaucoup mais chaque personne à sont utilité au sein du groupe et puis comme on n'a l'habitude de le dire entre nous " c'est ça le show mannnnn" (notre phrase type du groupe)

 

Et Sensey Shogun - c'est qui?

 

Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh Sensey c'est celui que cet ami(e) appel le "doux rêveur", tranquille, posé, sans prise de tête, et qui est un addicted de la music, maintenant je suis loin de connaitre tout mais juste le faite d'entendre des bonnes musiques la journée me rend heureux et me donne des ailes, comme quoi il n'y a pas que redbull qui peut donner des ailes (mdr)

 

Finale du Kampioenschap van Brussel, ça va ouvrir des portes, mais surtout au nord du pays. Le défi de présenter le show a un public non-francophone?

 

J'avoue que j'avais été très surpris d'avoir été sélectionné la première fois pour participer au concours et que ça ma donné une motivation en plus mais de passer le cap et d'être en final et à l'AB de surcroit donne encore un boost en plus, donc oui je suis super motivé de jouer devant un public non francophone et cela pourra vraiment déterminer aussi si j'ai le groove ou pas.

 

Tu vas gagner?

 

Vous savez d'un certain côté j'ai déjà gagné ! j'ai gagné la chance de pouvoir jouer avec des musiciens talentueux, que ça soit mes zikos ou les autres groupes, d'avoir été sélectionné jusqu'en final, d'avoir été sélectionné tout court je dirai même, de pouvoir me produire à l'AB mais surtout j'ai gagné le droit de pouvoir jouer devant un public et ça, ça vaut tout l'or du monde (prend mon argent je te le donne mais laisse moi jouer devant un public). bon, après je ne dirai pas non de gagner (mdrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr)

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November 10 2011 5 10 /11 /November /2011 13:38

Sons of Disaster dish up good hard rock & roll with as much humor as passion. A great discovery in the first round with a performance that suggested there was no doubt about a place in the final. Let's see what they have on the menu today...

 

(Français en bas)


 

What ingredients do you need to make good rock nowadays?

 

The same as always: leather, beer, balls and women!

 

 
But the ingredients don't make a good dish. How do you cook it up?

 

An Arab guitarist, who's put on leather pants and is afraid of nothing.
An African drummer - these guys have natural born rhythm
A Jew on bass, you have to make some savings... The crisis has hit rock n'roll as well!
Second-guitar from Charleroi - they are an endangered species after all.
And Fleming screaming, is the only thing they they're good for!

 

 
Then you have to serve it to the punters...

 

Wether there's 1000 people or 10 people, we do ​​the show full on, high speed full volume, that's the only way to work it!
 

 

A word for those who find metal indigestible?

 

Fuck off and Die, your mother sucks horse dicks at Vilvoorde's jaarmarkt !

 

 

In the final for the Kampioenschap van Brussel. What will you make of it? 

 

 

Flood the room and whiskey rock n'roll!
 

 

You gonna win?

 

Sure we'd love to! But playing the AB's is already nuts. If 10 people like our show, that's victory.

 

 


 

 

 

 

Sons of Disaster, c'est du bon rock pur et dur avec autant d'humour que de passion. Une chouette découverte aux éliminatiores, avec une performance qui ne laissait aucun doute a leur participation en finale. Voyons ce qu'ils ont à nous servir...

 

 

Quels ingrédients pour faire du bon rock aujourd'hui? 

 

La même qu’avant : du cuir, des bières, des couilles et des femmes !

 

 

Mais les ingrédients ne font pas le plat. Comment mettez-vous tout ça à votre sauce? 

 

Un guitariste d'origine arabe, qui mets des pantalons en cuir et qui a peur de rien.
Un batteur d'origine africaine, ils ont le rythme dans la peau ses gens-la
Un Juif à la basse, ça c’est pour faire des économies… C’est aussi la crise dans le rock n’roll !
Un Carolo à la 2ème guitare parce-que c’est une espèce en voie d'extinction.
Un Flamand pour gueuler, c’est la seule chose qu'ils savent faire ceux-là !

 

 

Puis il faut les servir au public... 

 

Qu’il ait 1000 personnes ou 10 personnes, on fait le show à fond avec un max de volume et de vitesse, sinon ça ne donne rien !

 

 

Un petit mot pour ceux qui trouvent le métal indigeste? 

 

Fuck off and Die, your mother sucks horse dicks at Vilvoorde's jaarmarkt !

 

 

Finale du Kampioenschap van Brussel. Vous allez en faire quoi?

 

Inonder la salle de rock n’roll et de whisky !

 

 

Vous allez gagner?

 

D’office qu’on aimerait gagner ! Mais jouer à l’AB c’est déjà la folie, alors si au moins 10 personnes ont aimé notre concert, pour nous on a déjà gagné

 

 


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June 18 2010 6 18 /06 /June /2010 14:52

 

Ian Curtis and Annik Honoré: The thunderous (hi)story of Joy Division

Click here for the original article in French

 

First, a note from Jez - Frequently unasked questions.

A: I know what you google for - I see the stats.

A: No, I did not write this. I translated it.

A: Yes, I have met Annik personally.

A: She is still music mad and goes to a lot of gigs in and around Brussels. Some of which I have reviewed here in DontGetOutMuch

A: She is someone who radiates warmth, trust and empathy. She must be a wonderful friend to those who know her well.

A: Let's just say she has aged better than Barney, Hooky or Stephen.

A: No.

 

 

On the 18th of May 1980, Ian Curtis hung himself in his Macclesfield home, triggering the start of Joy Division’s mythical status. Thirty years later, Annik Honoré, his Belgian lover, has accepted for the first time to talk in detail about her history with Ian and of a time which was, in every way, extraordinary.

“I’m always expecting Natalie, Ian’s daughter, to ring the doorbell... I’d so much like to tell her my version of everything that happened.” Annik stops for an instant and freezes a smile which maker her face look charming and melancholic at the same time.

Since Deborah Curtis’ book ‘Touching from a distance’ came out in 1995 – which largely vilifies her – and even more so since Anton Corbijn’s biopic ‘Control’ in autumn 2007, Annik has come out of a strictly private sphere. Corbijn’s fiction triggered off a return to the unanswered questions about her part in the Ian Curtis tragedy, who committed suicide 2 months before his 24th birthday. Annik preferred the psychiatrist to journalists, refusing to confide to the press who, in Britain at least, paint her as the diabolical mistress who caused the fatal split between Ian and his wife Deborah. She did make an exception for the beautiful book by Lindsay Reade (1), Tony Wilson’s partner, who had taken her in after Curtis’ disappearance.

Knowing Annik since the glorious punk years, we’d approached her with a strong desire to get to know the other side of this saga. Reminding ourselves that at Futurama in Leeds in September 1979, after a shamanic and tetanising Joy Division performance, you’d come across Annik who never for a moment raises what she has always considered to be a “private affair”. Time has eventually done its work, and one evening in early June, we found her at home in a wooded house in Walloon Brabant (2) for a bowl of vegetarian pasta and a marathon 4 hours discussion.

Born on the 12th of October 1957 in a middle class family from Mons – Father is a police inspector, Mother works for the council, Annik is a rock chick. After the Stones at Forest (3), the first deep shock happened on the 16th of may 1976 at a gig featuring Patti Smith and The Stranglers at The Roundhouse in London. The Bournemouth language student is just as struck when she sees Bowie – still her hero today – at the Wembley Arena the same year. The ritual of the English fans, the British devotion, the “looks to kill”, all that leaves a lasting imprint on her DNA of a “decent girl, clean as clean can be, who has always worked hard at school”.

After a “shitty” job at the Pension tower in Brussels (...), Annik leaves for London in early summer 1979, where she lands a secretarial job at the Belgian embassy.

Annik Honoré: There, I start writing articles for En Attendant (4) and I go to gigs every night. Everything seems simple, accessible, inexpensive, the times are terribly exciting. In august, I’d seen Joy Division at the Nashville Rooms: I’d heard Unknown Pleasures that I’d thought was of an extreme violence and intensity. I am completely hooked: After the gig, my friend Isabelle and I approached the sound desk to ask for an interview. It was Rob Gretton, the manager, who said yes for next time. Which happened a short time after when I turned up with my Bert Bertrand (5) style questions along the lines of “what’s your favourite colour” (she smiles). The musicians in Joy Division earn a fiver per gig and sleep on a friend’s floor, right at th North end of London. They are very likeable, king, flattered that a foreign magazine should be interested in them. We listened to Bowie’s Low, and bit by bit, everyone dropped off, except for Ian and I... Corbijn’s file recounts the scene quite well.

You fall in love...

It’s my first love story. Until then, I’d only lived through music, I’d had the odd flirt, and then, I meet a rare being, exquisite, polite, everything I love. It’s silly to say, but Ian had beautiful eyes, a soft gaze, I feel a person who is suffering, fragile, immediately kind to me.

Joy Division is a musical earthquake at the time, a new sensation!

It’s often lousy from a sound point of view, but intense, beautiful... Its a suspended moment, anyway the gigs never last for long. The critics are eulogistic, I’m sure they’re going to be huge. As I’m also working as a booker for the Plan K in Brussels (6), I naturally asked them to come and play, twice, on the 16th of October 1979 and 17th of January 1980. At the time, the band gets £250 per gig.

So there are two Ian Curtises: One guy on stage, literally in a trance, and then the private person, introverted, troubled?

On stage, he comes out of himself as if he’s exorcising all his demons, he’s an erupting volcano. After the gig, he’s exhausted, mentally and physically. He goes back to being that excessively sweet and shy person, closed, full of questions about the band and his life. He has a huge potential, but the great honesty not to realise it. He has no cynicism, no pretence.

Why this deep distress?

He is overrun by his own talent. I liked the other Joy Division lads a lot with their exceptional energy, but Ian towered above them. The fact that Ian had been epileptic since his teens made him particularly fragile. When he had a fit, it made him surreal, terribly frightening: I’d seen him practically lift off the ground. But it’s almost something magical like a connection between the conscious and the unconscious. Suddenly, he goes into a world with no relation to reality. I understood that he needed a feminine presence when it’s band policy not to have any girls at the gigs. Somewhere, I broke that circle because Ian had a huge need to be comforted. That’s why it’s so hard to read, afterwards, about the horrors of the “deception”, that sort of thing...

But you were lovers weren’t you?

It was a totally pure and platonic relationship, very childish, very chaste... I didn’t have a sexual relationship with Ian, he was on medication that made any physical relationship impossible. I’m completely fed up that people doubt my word or his: you can say what you want, but I’m the only person to have any of his writings... One of his letters stated that the relationship with his wife Deborah was already over when we met.

What was your reaction to Anton Corbijn’s film, Control?

It’s not Annik Honoré in the film, it’s Ian’s girlfriend, it’s fiction. If I am a witness today, it’s to keep biographical authenticity, I have no other interest in doing so other than talking about the Plan K and the Disques du Crépuscule, which I did with Michel Duval. Having said that, Anton is a very respectable person who came to talk to me on more than one occasion, but Annik does not exist, it’s Deborah Curtis who exists... (7) I’ve only ever seen her once, from far at a gig in Manchester. I had been very uncomfortable because enev back then, she hated me deeply. I was Ian’s “girlfriend”, his lover, not his mistress or “an affair”, a hideous and abject word.

You found yourself sucked into a tale that overtook you and grew with the incredible posthumous success of the band!

I still think that his death was a pure moment of aberration. I had spoken to him that same evening and everyone knew he was happy to be going to the States (the day after his death, for a tour). He was taking 20 pills a day and as he’d mixed that with alcohol... On Saturday 17th of May, I was at the James White gig at the Plan K and Ian called me to say he wanted to see me at Heathrow before he left for the USA. When I got to London on Sunday morning, I felt that something had happened... As I didn’t see him at the rendezvous, I called his parents house – he’d been living there for a few weeks – and Ian’s dad said “Ian is dead” and hung up. I couldn’t go to the funeral because Deborah Curtis, as she wrote in her book, “was afraid I’d make a scene” – which makes me laugh – but she accepted that I should go and see Ian’ body at the chapel in Macclesfield... I was a wreck. Tony Wilson (The boss of Factory Records) and his wife put me up for a week, then Tony bought me a plan ticket to Brussels in the name of Annik Curtis... I spent 3 months with my grand-parents in the country, and the Belgian embassy, where I had not gone back to work, prosecuted me for “treason of the Belgian state”...

For years, you stayed with this heavy tale. You told m your parents and brother hadn’t known about this involvement with Ian Curtis: Why keep it like that?

My parents and I, we don’t share our stories (...), they didn’t know, nor did my brother, who Joy Division or Ian Curtis were. I had a great guilt inside me, a married man, a suicide, I’d quit a super job at the embassy, so I kept a low profile. I’m grateful that my parents respected that. At the time, I lived the story to the full, and I would have liked it to stay in a little secret box: it made me fragile, afraid of doing wrong, of falling in love. It was only in 1995 – 15 years after Ian’ death – that people started talking about me because if Deborah Curtis’ book. Contrary to what she said, I never called her at night “for months”, on the other hand, she phoned me to threaten to “kill” me because I was seeing her husband... And to the emails and solicitations that came after that, I answered that it was a private matter and that Joy Division were records.

Night fell quite some time ago. Annik takes me to the attic where the Plan K posters are stocked with a bit of new-wave memorabilia. She shows me ten or so letters of Ian’s, one of which contains a T. S. Elliot poem. This evening, she’s opened the flood-gates on a decisive story that lasted less than a year some 3 decades ago. Despite the impression of this encounter, Annik has not become a black widow. She restarted her live, had 2 children, both now adults, and has been working for the same international institution since 1985. She’s never stopped lapping up gigs and is enthusiastic about the coming visit of Benjamin Biolay. She like people to be interested in her more for the “precursory” work at the Plan K between 1979 and 1984, or in the Disques du Crépuscule, a creative if a bit snobbish label, created in Brussels in 1980. The next day, Annik sends an SMS requesting that we don’t publish any “too personal details” on all that. But where should the intimate limits be set on a story like this?

Original text by Philippe Cornet, available here:

http://leviffocus.rnews.be/fr/loisirs/musique/ian-curtis-et-annik-honore-l-histoire-fulgurante-de-joy-division/article-1194754448640.htm?utm_source=Newsletter-16-06-2010&utm_medium=Email&utm_campaign=Newsletter-Site-LeVif-FR-fr

Translated by Jeremy Thomas

 

 

 

 

 

 

Deborah Curtis co-produced Corbijn’s film, based on her book

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