It’s like slipping backwards through sunlight.
I really should get out more.
It’s a most welcome cliché, this sound. An always welcome cliché round these parts.
Some labels you trust. This one I do. The fellow there doesn’t contact me very often. When he does, I listen.
This is the one I find most beguiling and strange and sad and simultaneously seductive.
Everyone’s smiling. Everyone’s hugging themselves. What a glorious mess of a noise to be a part of. What a glorious sense of community.
In music, as in writing, brevity is a virtue. This song is 27 seconds long and it does more in 27 seconds than most bands manage in 27 years.
I love the first Black Sabbath album cos it feels so amateur: unfinished and clunky and full of ridiculous couplets, and vitally not scared of ridicule. Songs don’t fit together, most the time.
I fucking love Camera Obscura.