January 9, 2018 - Comments Off on sensei vi

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se. vi

nu yr who dis? welcome back to sensei, troops, for your weekly London listings of all the stuff you should be turning the attention of your five senses to.


Whether you’re grinding your teeth down to the lead of HB pencils over essays, desperately trying to claw out of the murky bottomless well that is unemployment (god it smells like damp down there), or just plain facing up to the barrage of work you tactfully-at-the-time delayed until the New Year, you’re probably having a bit of panic at the moment with all that flotsam you gotta face. NO FEAR, music is here to save the day. As always. Thanks, Music, you’re a good pal. We really don’t pay you enough.

Tune in to the brilliant 2017 recap playlist from ARTnews, it features some tuff concentration rhythms to get your fingertips breakbeats’ing your keyboard to a pulp. Moscow artist Kedr Livanskiy’s Ariadna is the album to listen to on those existential Tuesday evenings and, of course, no January’s “wistful jams” wallow session would be complete without Clark’s excellent eponymous seventh album. And if you’re being that stubborn about listening to something upbeat, this one off N.E.R.D’s new album is a good ol’ earworm (check in at 3.16).


The winds of change, little one. If you don't know what I'm talking about, it’s that nagging hybrid stench of broken iPhone cables and the grease your finger leaves on your phone when you swipe right. 

In 1970 the American writer and futurist Alvin Toffler defined the term “futureshock” as the psychological state of individuals and societies exposed to what he called “too much change in too short a period of time”. It’s arguably the reason we are all completely out of whack these days - we just canny handle all these Facebook layout changes and computers that speak to us in female voices.

To celebrate our ineptitude in accepting progress, let’s do what we always do and get absolutely hammered. Head down to Futureshock this Saturday up in Finsbury Park, where live performances and art installations will be exploring the relationship between humans and technology.



Cast your mind back to the days you spent playing with Play-Doh: putting it on the ceiling, in your pants, around your mate’s dog’s bumhole. Remember how all you ever really wanted from life was for this joyful coloured smush to act like glue, so you could finally fulfil all of your evil toddler exploits?

Well today’s the day your total waste of a wish has been granted, pal, because that palpable pile of fun is back, and by Jove this time it’s STICKY. Thanks Stephen Johnson, your work on earth is complete.


UDON KNOW ABOUT UDON. You probably do though, and you probably agree it’s mighty tasty treats for your tum. Koya Bar on Frith Street serves up fantasmagorically fresh’n’chewy udon noodles in a huge range of broths, because if there’s one thing in general that life lacks, it’s broth choices. (PS: the miso pork is seasoned better than a Hackney herb garden). If you find yourself further South, check out new ramen opening Yamagoya on The Cut, it’s no-frills but all-brills. Cây Tre, part of Vietnamese Kitchen, has restaurants in Old Street and Soho and they serve beef and flat rice noodles that sing all the way to the far East (n I’m not talking about Leyton btw). I know I should probably stop incessantly plugging the Vietnamese joys of London but rly who in their right mind is gonna stop me now.



Scoop up one of the last remaining tickets for the Manchester collective Video Jam’s event that’s accompanying Boom for Real, the Barbican exhibition celebrating the legendary New York artist Jean-Michel Basquiat (& if you haven’t been to that yet, make sure you add that mutha to your trolley so you don’t go off yours).

The event will feature short films with original live soundtracks from Young Fathers (swot up here) and Ibibio Sound Machine (swot up again here). Judging from Video Jam’s rhythmic Barbican show last year that mixed jazz, electronic and hip-hop better than a well-stirred Negroni, it’s set to be a corker.

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