Via our friends at Beyond Gold: The video for "Don't Fuck With My Money," the latest single by by electropop singer (and former Shelter subject) Penguin Prison. Talk about timing—the clip was shot on location at Occupy Wall Street last month, and its release comes hot on the heels of last night's raid of Zuccotti Park. Watch below.

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Another addition to the growing list of musicians supporting Occupy Wall Street: Chris Glover, the native New Yorker behind the electro-pop project Penguin Prison will be filming a video for the song "Don't Fuck With My Money" tomorrow morning. The synth-wiggle track has been around longer than the Zuccotti Park drum circle, but it's an uncanny crossover, so he and director Jake Sumner will be meeting prospective extras at Maiden Lane and Broadway around 8am, heading over to Liberty Plaza, and then marching to Times Square at 11, all while shooting a video. Full details below. Also, how was www.dontfuckwithmymoney.com not already taken?

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Todd Owyoung for the Riverfront Times

Penguin Prison opening for Girl Talk at the Pageant

Girl Talk shows are the sorts of underage blitzkriegs in which everyone gets hit with more ass than a toilet seat, so one would have to imagine that touring with Gregg Gillis and his neon busload would be, uh, memorable? Penguin Prison, the nom-de-synth of Washington Heights resident Chris Glover, recently returned from a 24-date Southern tour as Gillis's warm-up act, so when we visited the native New Yorker's Sylvan Terrace place a few weeks ago, he told us a little about the trip. Fun fact: prepping Girl Talk's toilet-paper launchers and balloons is a two-man job.

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all photos by Paul Quitoriano

Penguin Prison's Chris Glover in his Washington Heights living room

Last season on Boardwalk Empire, Nucky Thompson's mistress shipped off to some vaguely defined shady lane, a cobblestone-and-clapboard stretch that apparently housed women of ill repute. That wasn't another Greenpoint set, that was Sylvan Terrace in Washington Heights, a 19th-century guidebook staple that once served as a carriageway to Manhattan's oldest house, Morris-Jumel Mansion. That's also where Chris Glover, the 29-year-old songwriter behind Girl-Talk-opening synth-pop project Penguin Prison, lives.

Glover recently gave us a tour of his home for our revived Shelter column:

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Now in its third year, the Brooklyn Electronic Music Festival is fairly self-explanatory as these things go, cramming as many DJs, producers, and dance-music luminaries into one warehouse as possible (the Juan Maclean headlined last year's model), only this year they're moving up in the world, both in quantity and quality: BEMF 2010, set for December 18, will take over both Public Assembly and the Music Hall of Williamsburg. That Kid Sister is headlining seems to indicate no one's taking themselves too seriously here, which is a relief, actually. The full lineup as of now:

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Bjorn Looss

One-man dance party Penguin Prison is a colorful, ecstatic burst of manic electro that references New York's post-DFA boogieverse but has a joyful pop streak that extends further back, to rapturous soul and giddy new wave. It helps that the band's monstrously talented pilot, Chris Glover, has a set of unbelievable pipes--he can push pomo beatwork like a post-punk purist but still wail like an American Idol. Naturally, dude is blowing up in England right now. Penguin Prison is actually a second act for Glover, who spent a chunk of the '00s signed to Interscope as a hip-hop-centric troubadour somewhere between Beck and Justin Timberlake (recall the one-off single "Stand On Your Seat"?). After his record never came out (as records in the '00s were wont to do), Glover spent a few years kicking around NYC until collaborating with his friend Alex Frankel from local dance crew Holy Ghost! and quickly fell down a dancier path. One of the two A-sides from his debut single (out now via New York 7" label Neon Gold), "A Funny Thing," is a relationship jam built on electrofunk bloops, retrofuture jangle, and Glover's formidable voice, beaming transmissions from the mid-point between New Order and Tears For Fears.

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