Tingle In The Netherlands is an electro-pop collaboration between Helên Thomas and electronic musician Owen J.
We have been creating music together since 2009. Our sound has been described as being reminiscent of Kraftwerk, Ladytron, Chris and Cosey, Severed Heads, Soft Cell, Human League and Vince Clarke.
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Why not liven up your festive frolics with this free download from Ste McCabe which features two tracks remixed by Tingle In The Netherlands synth genius Owen J (yes, it's the woman one writing here and of course I'm biased - HT)
If listening to the pope's Christmas message makes your blood boil then why not listen to this instead.
Disclaimer: If you're under the age of 18; easily shocked; are a puritanical, religious pain in the arse (Ann Widdecombe) it is suggested that you leave this blog NOW.
Thanks to google alerts and the occasional 'self google' - it feels so wrong but sometimes it's SO right - we have discovered a recent rash of blog appearances. We're not sure what's caused this sudden spike in our blogoshere presence, but we're extremely flattered as we always get a tingly thrill when we find that we've been written about nicely in a blog. Oh, the fragile ego of the artiste...
We copped an eye full (though thankfully not literally) when we stumbled across this latest blog which is for indie bears and we were very pleased to see that 'The Housewife's Lament' was featured. Unfortunately, there was no way to say thanks in the comments, so if the blogger concerned is reading, thanks for the mention - it's very much appreciated.
We also clicked on the blog's title and archive and found a lovely array of manliness that may appeal to any bear appreciators and voyeuristic heterosexual women out there (sorry about that...Mrs. Tingle)
Anyroad up, Mrs Tingle also saw fit to share the link with one or two facebook friends that she thought might appreciate the photos on offer and has now learned what NSFW means. Apologies to all concerned... but anyway, see if you can spot us in the November archive...(scroll down, no, further, go on.)
'Prostitute's Handbag' seems to be having a renaissance in the wonderweb....I do hope people will listen to our other tunes as well....www.nerveecho.com you know the drill.
Owen and me were discussing where the idea came from for 'I Lost My Heart To A Starship Cleaner'. Here is a blog that I posted many moons ago on myspace that supports my theory that my rambling blog inspired Owen to come up with the title. Not that it really matters. We're all going to die. HT (The woman one)
I was watching 'Star Trek: The Next Generation' the other night and I noticed what pristine clean carpets they have in the spaceship's corridors. It looked like the interior of a lovely hotel with powder blue shag pile fitted throughout. I suppose they can risk having powder blue shag pile seeing as no-one goes outside much and there aren't any kids. Or are there kids? I think they've let the crew have kids in that version of 'Star Trek' where there's a woman driving and they've all got lost. What's she called, Captain Janeway? (I've just googled her - I actually thought she was called Jane Way). She should be called Captain Jane- which-way or Captain Jane-we've-lost-our-way. Anyway – yep she could be called Jane-anyway or Captain Jane-any-which-way-but-loose, but either way, she's on that version of Star Trek where they're all floundering round the universe like a gang of girls looking for a parking space (Ooops, I appear to be channelling Jeremy Clarkson again) so I think she's allowed them to procreate so as to avoid a mutiny.
I've gone off the point now, like Captain Janeway. Oh that's it, I was marvelling at the powder blue shag pile that looked as if it had been lovingly shake-n-vacced, but by whom exactly? I've mentioned space dust before in this blog and also the fact that women are superior to men when it comes to space travel and cleaning because men can't see dust and women use less oxygen. (There's obviously a Hollywood conspiracy at work with the Janeway story line which implies that women can't read maps). However, I haven't seen any cleaners of any gender on 'Star Trek' – do they exist? I was expecting to see a trolley full of cleaning products and rubber gloves somewhere in the background, left in the corridor by the cleaner currently doing their rounds. You always see that sort of thing in a hotel corridor. I'm no Trekkie, as you can probably tell; I only really watch the occasional episode, so I'm hoping that someone will be able to enlighten me as to who exactly has the cleaning contract on The Starship Enterprise because, given how efficient they are, we could really do with beaming them down to the NHS
Come to think of it, I'm not even sure that the TNG lot, lead by Shakespearean baldy actor Patrick Stewart, are even on a ship called The Enterprise. I wasn't really paying attention, though I did notice that they're still splitting that infinitive during the opening title sequence. I suppose anything's possible in space. Perhaps they have to split infinitives in order to generate a unique type of fuel that powers those things that help them to understand all languages. I know they got a fish to do it in 'The Hitch Hikers Guide' but I think it's a machine in 'Star Trek'.
You'll have realised by now that I'm a bit of a late arrival to the joys of 'Star Trek'. I was most impressed with the episode that I saw because a Kanye West lookalike was in it in his funny Venetian blind stylie sunglasses, and, being a geographer, I was quite taken with the contours of the cling-ons' foreheads, which looked like mountainous terrain. I don't really recall much of the plot except that one of the visiting delegation of cling-ons was complaining about the quality of the food – he didn't like the replicated turkey. He obviously hasn't tried the Quorn variety, which I think is rather tasty and nicer than the real thing. I wondered why the cling-ons hadn't packed themselves some butties wrapped in cling-on clingfilm because they must have known that replicated human food is not to their taste, but you always get one don't you?
After that I drifted off into a reverie as I pondered the identity of the people, or ETs, who do the Hoovering in space. I also noticed that all of the characters had very neat hair, so there's obviously a barber-shop and a hair salon on board so I found myself wondering what they do with the clippings. I know that, in most of her episodes, Captain Janeway does her hair like Princess Ann, so she probably doesn't bother with hairdressers. Well you wouldn't would you; that's the last thing you want if you've lost your way in space: some bloody hairdresser asking you where you're going on your holidays. She's a bit full of herself though isn't she? I know that if I was responsible for a spaceship full of human souls I'd be ashamed of myself if I'd gone and got us all lost, or maybe it wasn't her fault - I didn't see that episode. Does anyone know? Anyway, if it was Janeway's fault that they lost their way the least she could do is hand in her notice and offer to do the cleaning.
Here's a tracks inspired by women in space...
