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ISSUE No.4 CREDITS
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Juan Carlos Donado

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“Bullet Ride freshly 
squeezed”

Product.01 are Rochelle Vincente Von K, Austrian/Australian vocalist, and Marc Adamo, the Italian/English bleep producer. Together they've been making friends in many circles and electrifying audiences worldwide with their distilled blend of vocal charged electro, techno and breakbeat influenced music.

Their first two releases were supercharged electro-breaks remixes for Adam Freelands hit single We Want Your Soul and International Ponys Leaving Home. They followed this up with their debut, the Zero-One EP, which featured their phenomenal remake of Heart Ov Glass. The EP earned hit reviews in music mags and has reached international cult status.

More remix work followed for Dave Clarke/Chicks On Speed, Si Begg, Larry Tee/Princess Superstar, Jean Paul Bondy, Caucasian Boy, Husky Rescue, Lexi (Superstonic), Ursula 1000, Minticco, TV HeartAttack, and plenty of great live shows including touring with Freeland, and playing alongside Tiga, Fatboy Slim, Cursor Miner, Bobby Gillespie (Primal Scream), Mark Moore , Spektrum, General Midi, Larry Tee, Princess Superstar ...as well as performances for Radio One, XFM and Tate Britain.

PRODUCT.01 photograph by FREY+MARTIN

WORD! > JUAN CARLOS DONADO

BY JUAN CARLOS DONADO

When I happened to move (did I mention four flights of stairs?), it happened to dawn on me ... the sight ... what a hipster really is.

All of a sudden there were Puerto Ricans, latinos, my brother, bodegas, the screaming, the salsa in Spanish, Papi!, and then one heard or one didn’t hear the others. Hipsters: silent, enigmatic men in ultra-tight gray dirty jeans, women in pink/green/deep-purple rain-boots, children with long thin straight Kurt Cobain hair, and bicycles, lots of them, and sun-glasses (lots and lots: red sunglasses on top of a light-blue bicycle: Look!... No hands) and a pair of old, black treaded Converses, and wow!, those white 80’s Nike boots all worn-out to look expensive.

I mean: the other way around: cheap. [Reebok Pump, I swear.] Not to define it, a definition would soon become a large catalogue of images, yet to proceed and acknowledge what one does see: Art. Art everywhere –everywhere explained as: shoes, bags, scarves, and naturally-hand-made-designer clothes to protect the environment [I wish I had the money].

Art in the accesories, for the hipster asserts: the self is the sum of its accesories, not more. But the point was what dawned on me, really, not anything/everything else. As I was walking (I was carrying my books up four flights of stairs, I did mention, therefore breaking a reader’s sweat), I noticed her coming down. The hair: short blonde heavily dishevelled [hmmm...] The coat: nice hand-sown embroirderies along the dark, blue sleeves. Her bag: old red turned inside-out worn leather, perhaps from a thrift shop (early 70’s).

Then I looked inside her eyes and what I saw –what I perceived- was not Art (not at all), it was rather design [the plan], and then it dawned on me: if I had only began at the beginning, it would have begun right here.

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