Kid Koala - Def Beat Remixes Vol 3
Review by Dicu Alexandru
Def Beat Remixes by Kid Koala is an exceptional album that showcases the Canadian DJ's unparalleled talent in remixing classic tracks. The album features 13 tracks that have been remixed by Kid Koala, including songs by artists such as Radiohead, Beastie Boys, and Portishead.
The album is a fantastic blend of electronic beats, scratches, and samples that are expertly woven together to create a unique and exciting sound. Each track is a masterpiece in its own right, with Kid Koala adding his own signature style to each one.
One of the standout tracks on the album is the remix of Radiohead's "Fitter Happier." Kid Koala takes the haunting melody of the original and transforms it into a trippy, glitchy soundscape that is both mesmerizing and unsettling.
Another standout track is the remix of Portishead's "Sour Times." Kid Koala adds layers of scratching and sampling to the original, creating a dark and moody atmosphere that perfectly complements the haunting vocals of Beth Gibbons.
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Tracks
| Track | Duration | Preview |
|---|---|---|
| Kid A (14 Minute Version) | 14:21 | |
| Algorithm (Bonus track) | 5:39 | |
| Reverse Psychology | 4:13 | |
| Bullfrog Theme | 4:37 | |
| Kid A (Kid Koala Remix, 14 minute version) | 14:21 | |
| Obsessive Behaviour | 2:51 | |
| I Like My Beats | 3:54 | |
| Algorithm (Bonus Track) | 5:39 | |
| Obsessive Behavior (Kid Koala Remix) | 2:51 | |
| Bjork Scratch | 1:49 | |
| The Runaway Song | 2:26 | |
| Everyone Has A Summer | 4:16 | |
| Bullfrog Theme (Kid Koala Remix) | 4:37 | |
| Reverse Pyschology | 4:13 | |
| The Runaway Song (featuring Kid Koala) | 2:26 | |
| Everyone has A Summer (Featuring Kid Koala) | 4:16 | |
| Carpel Tunnel Syndrome | 4:45 |
Video
Kid Koala & Money Mark-Carpal Tunnel Syndrome
Bullfrog & Kid Koala - Reverse Psychology
Handsome Boy Modeling School ft. Kid Koala - The Runaway Song
Lovage - Everyone Has A Summer
Algorithm Kid Koala dir. SierrART
Kid Koala - I Like My Beats (Extended)
Bjork Scratch - Kid Koala / Def Beat Remixes vol.3
Radiohead - Kid A (14 minutes version by Kid Koala)
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Catalog Numbers
DBRLP-003Labels
Def BeatListen online
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Formats
- 2 × Vinyl
- 12"
- 33 ⅓ RPM
- Compilation
- Unofficial Release
Barcodes
Barcode: 6 225144 214251About Kid Koala
(born 1974), who records under the name Kid Koala, is a Canadian DJ, turntablist, musician and an author of graphic novels. He is signed to the British record label , is a member of alternative hip hop supergroup , and with and former members of the Australian rock band , bassist and keyboardist and drummer . He has also made appearances with many other artists from to the and has made contributions to , , and numerous other projects.
Real Name
- Eric San
Name Vars
- DJ Kid Koala
- Kid
- Kid-Koala
Aliases
- Eric San
- Skiznod The Boy Wonder
Summary by Dicu Alexandru
Comments
If you thought this Handsome Boy Modeling School track was dope, check out our Handsome Boy Modeling School playlist here:
amen to that
thanx for the oupload brothar! >:-{o
anyone know the movie soundtrack sample at start?
I love Björk so much
I had this tape in mid 90's when I was in high school. So awesome.
WoW thanks for posting this… We have heard this in years…. Bout to put it back in set… many thanks.
overlooked gem!
fuck yeah this brings back memories!
Kid Koala brought me here... about 20 years ago...
Very rough lyrics, not all of them are correct but I tried:
You get an idea of my elevation like topographical maps
stop I have to go back I don’t think I dig that
like paleontologists i find answers beneath the surface
never mind observers I rework this
my purpose is the first
This first verse is second to wreck records dissect the neuro nets of the worthless
forget it
I know it hurts but y’all deserve this they disappointed me like that cervical service
I’m sorry but the whack doesn’t work no more
so I have to smack y’all in consecutive order
it’s just thirteens executive laws
My company hired me to correct your competitive flaws
we desire to redirect your thoughts like brain detours
so be sure to listen very closely
I mostly make you pop lock and windmill but that’s baloney maybe only
aliens control me
put your hands down
Hey yo this
ain’t no party so don’t
scream and shout what’s that about
It’s serious business when the platypus is on the mic
So everybody in the place be quiet
put your hands down
Hey yo this
ain’t no party so don’t
scream and shout what’s that about
It’s serious business when the platypus is on the mic
So everybody in the place
I opt to be optimistically pessimistic I look forward to chaotic visits from impending doom
holding down the door buzzer
who is it
none other than Mr. apocalypse how ya doing
he bought a million of his pet locusts and sub cicadas
I can’t kill them all like the top level space invaders
at the exact moment with the digital perpetrators become too fast for me to react to
Damn
game over
and I ain’t got no more quarters so I asked you
but you said no
so I hope you get kicked out my show
hit with bird shit on the bridge of your nose
trip and stop the hell out of your big toe
chorus x2
You wanna know about the mc?
Just ask anyone I avoid all catastrophes and traps
From radioactive rabbid mc rats
To extremely loud cyborg dads
Pumping pre recorded accordion techno with screeching sonic feedback
I select the best pro to launch a counter attack
And deflect your words blow
Forcefully dismount you off your horse
You get tossed
And trampled and curse your fourth generation illegitimate
Uncle I hate that guy like I hate being kicked in the eye
By ibonic donkeys with titanium thighs
And uranium eyes
Trampling my prized geraniums
I despise you guys
For bringing your whack
Orangutan friends
And hanging with my boss with just relax
I’m saying
How do you expect me to act
I’m an equal-opportunity host
I got paraplegic parasites munching on me and my breakfast toast
chorus x2
Then there’s the weird y g o l o h c y s p, reverse psychology part
You get an idea of my elevation like topographical maps
stop I have to go back I don’t think I dig that
like paleontologists i find answers beneath the surface
never mind observers I rework this
my purpose is the first
This first verse is second to wreck records dissect the neuro nets of the worthless
forget it
I know it hurts but y’all deserve this they disappointed me like that cervical service
I’m sorry but the whack doesn’t work no more
so I have to smack y’all in consecutive order
it’s just thirteens executive laws
My company hired me to correct your competitive flaws
we desire to redirect your thoughts like brain detours
so be sure to listen very closely
I mostly make you pop lock and windmill but that’s baloney maybe only
aliens control me
put your hands down
Hey yo this
ain’t no party so don’t
scream and shout what’s that about
It’s serious business when the platypus is on the mic
So everybody in the place be quiet
put your hands down
Hey yo this
ain’t no party so don’t
scream and shout what’s that about
It’s serious business when the platypus is on the mic
So everybody in the place
I opt to be optimistically pessimistic I look forward to chaotic visits from impending doom
holding down the door buzzer
who is it
none other than Mr. apocalypse how ya doing
he bought a million of his pet locusts and sub cicadas
I can’t kill them all like the top level space invaders
at the exact moment with the digital perpetrators become too fast for me to react to
Damn
game over
and I ain’t got no more quarters so I asked you
but you said no
so I hope you get kicked out my show
hit with bird shit on the bridge of your nose
trip and stop the hell out of your big toe
chorus x2
You wanna know about the mc?
Just ask anyone I avoid all catastrophes and traps
From radioactive rabbid mc rats
To extremely loud cyborg dads
Pumping pre recorded accordion techno with screeching sonic feedback
I select the best pro to launch a counter attack
And deflect your words blow
Forcefully dismount you off your horse
You get tossed
And trampled and curse your fourth generation illegitimate
Uncle I hate that guy like I hate being kicked in the eye
By ibonic donkeys with titanium thighs
And uranium eyes
Trampling my prized geraniums
I despise you guys
For bringing your whack
Orangutan friends
And hanging with my boss with just relax
I’m saying
How do you expect me to act
I’m an equal-opportunity host
I got paraplegic parasites munching on me and my breakfast toast
chorus x2
Then there’s the weird y g o l o h c y s p, reverse psychology part
Y’understand? ‘Cause I got better things to do...not really….I I like the music...
The band’s called Bullfrog
You gotta say it with a deep voice
From the stomach, from the diaphragm
The first verse goes something like this:
You get an idea of my elevation like topographical maps
Stop I have to go back I don’t think I dig that
Like paleontologists I find answers beneath the surface
Nevermind observers I rework this
My purpose is the first
This first verse is second to wreck
Wreckers dissect the neural nets of the worthless
Forget it
I know where it hurts but y’all deserved it
They disappointed me like that
Cervical service
I’m sorry but that wackness don’t work no more
So I have to smack y’all in consecutive fours
It’s just thirteens executive laws
My company hired me to correct your competitive flaws
We desire to redirect your thoughts like brain detours
So be sure you
Listen very closely
I mostly make you
Pop lock and windmill
But that’s baloney
Maybe only
Aliens control me
Put your hands down
Hey yo this
Ain’t no party so don’t scream and shout
What’s that about?
It’s serious business when the Platypus is on the mic
So everybody in the house be quiet
Put your hands down
Hey yo this
Ain’t no party so don’t scream and shout
What’s that about?
It’s serious business when the Platypus is on the mic
So everybody in the place
I opt to be
Optimistically
Pessimistic
I look forward to
Chaotic visits from impending doom
Holdin down the door buzzer
Who is it?
None other than Mr Apocalypse
How you doin?
He brought a million of his pet locusts and some cicadas
I can’t kill them all like the top level of Space Invaders
At the exact moment when the digital perpetrators
Become too fast for me to react to
Damn! Game over and I ain’t got no more quarters
So I ask you
And you said NO
So I hope you get kicked out my show
Hit with bird shit on the bridge of your nose
Trip and stub the hell outta your big toe
And
Put your hands down
Hey yo this
Ain’t no party so don’t scream and shout
What’s that about?
It’s serious business when the Platypus is on the mic
So everybody in the place be quiet
Put your hands down
Hey Elvis
Ain’t no party so don’t scream and shout
What’s that about?
It’s serious business when the Platypus is on the mic
So everybody in the place be quiet
Yeah
Uh huh
Yeah
(Thank you - now give me back the mic)
Is this the part?
Now check this out:
Y G O LO H C Y S P
Reverse Psychology
Y G O LO H C Y S P
Reverse Psychology
Y G O LO H C Y S P
Reverse Psychology
Y G O LO H C Y S P
Y’all, y’all get it..
This is NOT a party song
I don’t wanna see anybody smiling
I don’t wanna see anybody nodding their heads
I don’t - I especially don’t wanna see anybody dancing
I don’t know what you think this is
You wanna know about the MC? HUH!
Just ask anyone I avoid all catastrophes and traps
From radioactive rabid MC raps
To extremely LOUD cyborg dads
Pumping prerecorded accordion techno
With SCREECHING sonic feedback
I select the best flow to launch a counter attack
And deflect your worst flow
Forcefully dismount you off your horse
You get tossed and trampled and curse your fourth
Generation illegitimate
Uncle
I hate that guy
Like I hate being kicked in the eye
By a bionic donkey with
Titanium thighs and
Uranium eyes
Trampling my prized
Geraniums
I despise you guys
For bringin’ your wack
Orangutan friends
And hanging with my floors
We just shellacked them
Sayin’
How’d you expect me to act?
I’m an equal opportunity host
I’ve got paraplegic parasites munchin’ on me and my breakfast toast
Put your hands down
Hey yo this
Ain’t no party so don’t scream and shout
What’s that about?
It’s serious business when the Platypus is on the mic
So everybody in the place be quiet
Put your hands down
Hey yo this
Ain’t no party so don’t scream and shout
What’s that about?
It’s serious business when the Platypus is on the mic
So everybody in the place be quiet
Be quiet
Be quiet
Be quiet
Be quiet
Be quiet
Be quiet
Be quiet
And be
And be
Just put your hands down
Put your hands down
Put your hands down
Put your hands down
And be quiet
Be quiet
Be quiet
The band’s called Bullfrog
You gotta say it with a deep voice
From the stomach, from the diaphragm
The first verse goes something like this:
You get an idea of my elevation like topographical maps
Stop I have to go back I don’t think I dig that
Like paleontologists I find answers beneath the surface
Nevermind observers I rework this
My purpose is the first
This first verse is second to wreck
Wreckers dissect the neural nets of the worthless
Forget it
I know where it hurts but y’all deserved it
They disappointed me like that
Cervical service
I’m sorry but that wackness don’t work no more
So I have to smack y’all in consecutive fours
It’s just thirteens executive laws
My company hired me to correct your competitive flaws
We desire to redirect your thoughts like brain detours
So be sure you
Listen very closely
I mostly make you
Pop lock and windmill
But that’s baloney
Maybe only
Aliens control me
Put your hands down
Hey yo this
Ain’t no party so don’t scream and shout
What’s that about?
It’s serious business when the Platypus is on the mic
So everybody in the house be quiet
Put your hands down
Hey yo this
Ain’t no party so don’t scream and shout
What’s that about?
It’s serious business when the Platypus is on the mic
So everybody in the place
I opt to be
Optimistically
Pessimistic
I look forward to
Chaotic visits from impending doom
Holdin down the door buzzer
Who is it?
None other than Mr Apocalypse
How you doin?
He brought a million of his pet locusts and some cicadas
I can’t kill them all like the top level of Space Invaders
At the exact moment when the digital perpetrators
Become too fast for me to react to
Damn! Game over and I ain’t got no more quarters
So I ask you
And you said NO
So I hope you get kicked out my show
Hit with bird shit on the bridge of your nose
Trip and stub the hell outta your big toe
And
Put your hands down
Hey yo this
Ain’t no party so don’t scream and shout
What’s that about?
It’s serious business when the Platypus is on the mic
So everybody in the place be quiet
Put your hands down
Hey Elvis
Ain’t no party so don’t scream and shout
What’s that about?
It’s serious business when the Platypus is on the mic
So everybody in the place be quiet
Yeah
Uh huh
Yeah
(Thank you - now give me back the mic)
Is this the part?
Now check this out:
Y G O LO H C Y S P
Reverse Psychology
Y G O LO H C Y S P
Reverse Psychology
Y G O LO H C Y S P
Reverse Psychology
Y G O LO H C Y S P
Y’all, y’all get it..
This is NOT a party song
I don’t wanna see anybody smiling
I don’t wanna see anybody nodding their heads
I don’t - I especially don’t wanna see anybody dancing
I don’t know what you think this is
You wanna know about the MC? HUH!
Just ask anyone I avoid all catastrophes and traps
From radioactive rabid MC raps
To extremely LOUD cyborg dads
Pumping prerecorded accordion techno
With SCREECHING sonic feedback
I select the best flow to launch a counter attack
And deflect your worst flow
Forcefully dismount you off your horse
You get tossed and trampled and curse your fourth
Generation illegitimate
Uncle
I hate that guy
Like I hate being kicked in the eye
By a bionic donkey with
Titanium thighs and
Uranium eyes
Trampling my prized
Geraniums
I despise you guys
For bringin’ your wack
Orangutan friends
And hanging with my floors
We just shellacked them
Sayin’
How’d you expect me to act?
I’m an equal opportunity host
I’ve got paraplegic parasites munchin’ on me and my breakfast toast
Put your hands down
Hey yo this
Ain’t no party so don’t scream and shout
What’s that about?
It’s serious business when the Platypus is on the mic
So everybody in the place be quiet
Put your hands down
Hey yo this
Ain’t no party so don’t scream and shout
What’s that about?
It’s serious business when the Platypus is on the mic
So everybody in the place be quiet
Be quiet
Be quiet
Be quiet
Be quiet
Be quiet
Be quiet
Be quiet
And be
And be
Just put your hands down
Put your hands down
Put your hands down
Put your hands down
And be quiet
Be quiet
Be quiet
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