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22-09-2007 15:12:58

[22.09.2007] Recoil Party le 29 Septembre

Le 29 Septembre, Alan Wilder sera prsent au Retro Music Hall Prague pour participer une Recoil party

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22-09-2007 15:29:47

Re: [22.09.2007] Recoil Party le 29 Septembre

Peut tre que ce sera film non ?

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23-09-2007 19:07:43

Re: [22.09.2007] Recoil Party le 29 Septembre

Et peut-tre que si a marche bien ils penseront le faire Paris ?
 
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23-09-2007 23:34:01

Re: [22.09.2007] Recoil Party le 29 Septembre

Si y'a le chanteur de blues qu'il a recrut pour son dernier opus, j'aimerai bien voir a! Ce type a une voix impressionnante!
 
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04-10-2007 11:24:28

Re: [22.09.2007] Recoil Party le 29 Septembre

Premire review (en anglais) sur le myspace de Recoil.

PRAGUE REPORT - Part 1

by Hepzibah Sessa

WEDNESDAY

As confirmed 'nervous flyers' who despise the entire process of travelling, we were surprised and delighted to swan through Gatwick Airport without a single hitch. Minimal queuing (which despite our national stereotype we all actually hate), no embarrassing bag searches (anyone here enjoy having their underwear spread out on a metal table in front of fellow passengers?) and an incident-free flight - in spite of the Scouse flight attendant who fancied himself a comedian.

When we exited the plane at Prague airport, we were accosted by the wonderful Igor Dvorsky (our host and party organiser) and whisked Becks and Posh-like into a VIP area while our bags were collected. Accompanying Igor was Franta, our driver (a man of great stature but few words), Ivana, Igor's lovely wife and photographer, and Peter, the cameraman, who would film Alan's every move. Following the delights of Prague's rush-hour, we finally arrived at our hotel which proudly boasted 'Philippe Starck styling'. Er, not sure a flat-screen telly and a couple of glass doors quite warrants this description but they managed to dupe us. In fact, this is a mistake we often make when booking hotels blind. Neither of us can stand establishments in the style of the Palace of Versailles (all swag curtains and gold taps) and we usually attempt to find a more contemporary look. However, this often results in ending up somewhere more akin to a Holiday Inn but with a distinctly brown/beige slant. What is it with 'design hotels' and their obsession with brown? Does the guest achieve a better night's sleep when surrounded by the colour of shit? Beats me. It also doesn't help that the suite is a duplex and therefore split over two floors. Sounds great but the reality of breaking a leg as you try to find the bed after 10 tequilas always fills me with dread.

Our disappointment was further compounded by the fact there was no facility to play music on whatsoever, in spite of this being the finest suite the hotel had to offer. This omission always throws Al first into a state of extreme anxiety, then furious anger, followed by a very male compulsion to 'fix the problem'. And so, armed with a selection of unusual plugs and cables (purchased from a one-of-a-kind 'Unusual Plug and Cables' shop in Berlin's Turkish area) he proceeded to remove the entire TV from the wall and jab at it with a screw driver. I'm afraid that on this occasion he did not succeed in routing the music from his MacBook and through the TV speakers and so we had to listen to weedy sounds for the rest of the trip - either that or MTV.de, which transmits almost continual teenage EMO bands or ringtone ad's at deafening volume. I might add that this attack on the television is just part of an H.R.R.R. (Hotel Room Reorganisation Routine) that Alan must perform before he can feel settled in his temporary home and is something he has perfected after years on the road. This includes shoving all superfluous or offensive furniture out of the door and into the corridor and ensuring that the porn channel is on when someone from housekeeping comes up to bring us some extra hangers (they don't tend to bother you unnecessarily after that).

So we headed out into the Prague evening to find a restaurant, armed only with a trusty TimeOut guide and a tourist map. Unfortunately it was getting dark so the map was discarded and I put myself in the capable hands of Alan's finely-tuned sense of direction. "I'm a bloke and I always know where I'm going" he boasted. Unfortunately his radar wasn't the piece of precision engineering he thought it was because I got a tour of Prague's back alleys and roadworks. I can imagine there must be nothing funnier to the locals in any city than the site of two bickering tourists trying to find out where they are. And this is doubly amusing if the language is as frustratingly difficult to understand as Czech. It tends to go somewhat like this:

"We're not on fucking Skolvsk....skooklyf....skllookvy fucking street. We're miles away and my fucking feet, fucking hurt."

"Oh, shut ya face you miserable old cow. I'll get us there. Have I ever let you down before?"

Well, you have led me to one or two long-abandoned places and I've seen my fair share of the more salubrious parts of major cities in our travels, my dearest......

We did eventually find a restaurant - not the one we'd booked - and enjoyed a very nice meal and a couple of bottles of fine wine. The night finally ended with a hair-raising taxi ride back to the hotel - where I couldn't get TimeOut's warning of dodgy cabbies and a possible re-enactment of 'Hostel' out of my mind - and the sweet sounds of My Comical Romance to lull us to sleep.

THURSDAY

The day started with an early morning interview courtesy of Radio Express and the dulcet tones of Septic ex-pat Dr. Robert. As usual, Alan slipped effortlessly into 'interview mode', sounding cool and calm, throwing in a few humorous comments and totally belying the fact that he's been out of the promo. loop for 7 years. By contrast, I sat there dribbling and prising my eyelids open Tom and Jerry style with two matchsticks. This consummate professionalism continued at the Retro Music Club cocktail bar for the official press conference attended by a roomful of hacks, radio and TV, and followed by a succession of further interviews until late afternoon. I do have to admit that the grumpy bastard can really pull out all the stops when he wants to - or has to.

Later that evening, Igor arranged a gastronomic Czech extravaganza consisting of about 13 courses at 'La Degustation'. Yes, there were 13 courses but each one consisted of a single mouthful of some delight or other, accompanied by a different wine. Joining us was the inimitable Franta (who looked sullenly at his miniscule portion of 'Cheek of Veal' while dreaming of the golden arches), Robert (keyboard player with Lakeside X, of which Igor is the drummer), a couple of dodgy Danes, Peter (DJ for Saturday night) and Robbie, and finally Big Pete Harper from Nottingham, Alan's security man for the party, who turned out to be an old acquaintance from the Mode days. The meal was quite stunning and a great introduction to Czech cuisine - thank you again Igor.

Naturally we wanted to continue the night in true Prague-style so we left the restaurant in search of Pilsner, now joined by the chef. I confided the intimate details of my Bouillabaisse and he told me the secrets of his Tafelspitz (if you're confused, google it) before we crawled home in the wee small hours and up the stairs to bed, limbs still intact.

FRIDAY

With a free day there seemed nothing better than to pound the streets of Prague like true tourists and cruise her multitude of watering-holes. It is an incredibly beautiful, if somewhat chocolate-box city, which would leave you Septics with mouths aghast. This is the REAL Disneyland and not a talking mouse in site. We wandered through the old town and crossed the Charles Bridge (Karluv most) towards the castle, stopping at appropriate moments to whet our whistle and watch the people go by. 'Spot the nationality' is always a good game and you too can play it at home, kids. Just remember the basics and you're on your way to a whole afternoon of fun.

White sox, sneakers and LOUD voice = American
Long black hair, black sunglasses, designer handbag (men too) = Italian
Ginger mullet with matching handlebar moustache, over-tight, stonewash jeans and blue leather jacket (women too) = German
Ben Sherman shirt, pasty complexion and pissed = English

I will resist the temptation to mention the national dress of our Czech hosts, suffice to say, that unisex Suzie Quatro haircut has got to go........

We opted for a more relaxed evening to offset Thursday's exertions and went to dinner in the old town. It wasn't until we were leaving the restaurant that the owner professed his love of all thing DM/Recoil-related and the kitchen staff were dragged from their duties to take a photo. "This is the most amazing day of my life!" he gushed. Mmmm, not amazing enough to offer us a pro gratis glass of champers though.....

Part 2 coming soon


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29-03-2008 18:27:47

Re: [22.09.2007] Recoil Party le 29 Septembre

ColourOfPlacebo a crit:

Et peut-tre que si a marche bien ils penseront le faire Paris ?

A mon avis il ne faut pas rver, dans le compte-rendu de Moscow, Hep disait justement que c'tait gnial de faire des villes pas habituelles (elle citait Paris pour les autres, malheureusement). Dommage, dommage, surtout qu'Alan avait fait de la promo Paris pour Liquid. L nous devrons probablement attendre le prochain album, qui ne devrait pas tarder normment puisqu'Al va se remettre au travail bientt.

(Rien faire, j'adore la manire de raconter d'Hep lol - n'empche qu'elle parlait de la soire mais j'ai pas eu moyen de la croiser, elle a du s'clipser sad)


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16-09-2008 08:19:26

Re: [22.09.2007] Recoil Party le 29 Septembre

Pour le plaisir de voire celui que je regrette de ne plus entendre... wink
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Re: [22.09.2007] Recoil Party le 29 Septembre

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