various artists – myths 1234 la nouvelle serenite
new york 1985; california 1983; leicester 1987; brussels 1987. there has been a lot of actual poetry in recent outings. what’s here is genuine 1980s electronica and other sound; and […]
new york 1985; california 1983; leicester 1987; brussels 1987. there has been a lot of actual poetry in recent outings. what’s here is genuine 1980s electronica and other sound; and […]
sorry john, i’m still not sure i get it. or maybe this isn’t the right place to start. portastatic and superchunk were two related bands that did not seem to […]
mick turner has two signatures: his guitar style and his art. singular and spectacular. you almost wouldn’t believe that this release was preceded by only one year with ocean songs. […]
sometimes you have no way of knowing what to expect. so before you continue reading, get this playing in the background (though, sorry, it cuts off just before seven minutes). […]
the peak of powers, in time. the quietest you can imagine. and perhaps most repetitive, but not exactly. it first appears as music to tune out to the background. it […]
wherever twines the path, i will follow and when the map and fact mismatch, i will burn the map i think perhaps this is the closest to the heart of […]
i’ve unfolded and refolded the piece of paper that came with this disc from the three d subscriber scrounge. and yet, until now, i had not listened to it. it […]
some hours ago, i listened to this album. then i watched footy. then i watched moto gp. now it’s i’m not there (in spite of my dislike of bob dylan). […]
low. appropriate. i’ll say more about low on the next pass.
gauntlet is an awesome start to an album that is touted as simply guitars and percussion. the guitar there is scathing. amazing. a most memorable riff. short. this yields to […]
i just can’t believe he’s never coming back my way again i thought i would remember this better than i did. there’s a vague recollection, but it’s where it started […]
we’re off to the land of hot middle aged women another little extended player. and a little too country, even for me. i’m not the biggest fan of david’s wife […]
take a year in your hand you can find another man let your unloved parts get loved i will be your man i loved this album instantaneously, from the count-in […]
music for mallets, frame drums and cello i not so secretly hoped, upon picking this for listening tonight, that it lived up to its name… after last night. though my […]
oh the pain. tonight i didn’t even go or stay for the main act (midnight juggernauts), and that had nothing to do with kirin j callinan and his band (or the […]
i knitted a test square of gorgeous yarn i received from the uk today. it worked perfectly. tension is spot on. that’s considerably more interesting than this “collection” of two […]
rave music for the modern day? this band always seemed to me somehow occluded for most of their existence. i read a lot over a long period of time; but […]
samplers aren’t inherently problematic. i mean, louisville is for lovers is essentially based on a similar premise and worked every time. but releases constructed to cut across genres and bands […]
it’s those tiny little sparks, daily life that makes me forget my wounded heart it doesn’t matter when, it may rain or it may shine blurry memories of us come […]
how can you love me when you don’t like me, baby? aside from a great name, there’s a bizarre 1970s airport feel to this music. a kind of funk; washed […]