18/09 0 comments
On the bus home tonight, I saw a man stumble out of an establishment, disoriented, bleary. But the building was a church, not a bar, and he had the wide-eyed look of revelation, not drunkenness. It was as though he’d lost and found his bearings all at once: located a paradise he was at once deeply troubled by. Sitting in my room later, listening to new duo Jungle’s slow, sumptuous electro-soul and staring sadly at the girl I desperately adore but cannot have, I feel the same bemusement, the same happy/sad, the same uncertainty of emotion. I love being around her, absolutely thrill at it, but in the end it just makes things worse, makes me a little glummer each time.
17/09 0 comments
Summer’s over: today in London it’s all umbrellas, collars turned up, sloshing, puddles, shivery stairwells, nails on the windowpane, foggy car lights, red cheeks. It’s decidedly a time for candles and cosy music. For the former, SOIWT’s tip is Muji; for the latter, The Hics, a sixpiece whose soft, subdued electro-folk sound and sudden, sweeping harmonies are the perfect tonic. Get them playing, make yourself a cuppa, put on your biggest jumper and burrow deep under that duvet. We’ve only got eight months of this to come…
28/08 0 comments
I feel a little dazed. When I meet someone good, my world gets blurry; my attention span is minimal and my mind dances skittishly all over the place, far too excited to stand still, a moth lost in a land of blinking lights. I’m forgetting chores, leaving the oven on, not phoning my Mum back. I’m a mess – but a happy, giddy mess. In the end, the best thing is to sit quietly in an empty corner, legs pulled up to my chest, chin resting on knobbly knees, and listen to some electro-edged dream pop. Astral Pattern, a trio who used to be SCUM, fit the bill; their spacious debut EP, Light Poems (out now via 37 Adventures), provides a suitably pretty ride back down to earth.
25/08 0 comments
I close my eyes and remember children chasing trains, a lover shaking her head, family holidays in the Lake District, hat-trick goals, alcopops swigged on park swings, cassette singles. I see a motorway battle of raindrops and windscreen-wipers; and hands raised in a classroom, the shock of chalk on blackboard. I sigh at people I miss, and shudder at others I don’t. Strange are the daydreams stirred up by the atmospheric music of Luxury, aka 22-year-old Andy Smith from West London – a spacey dance sound with diluted vocals. He’s being promoted by the ace Teeth Records, part of their “never-ending quest to acquire enough revenue to release actual records again.” Here’s hoping they get there.
4/08 0 comments
Downtempo electronica producer Swing Delux returns (see previous) with a new, full record: Light Sleeper has ten tracks, verging from the vocal-boosted and faintly-dancey (Monaco, the first single, and Triple Water, a beautiful former single) to the wholly sparse and spectral (Rowe), all ghost-in-the-machine voices and pretty digi-constellations. Along the way, some sounds are achingly familiar, thin memories buried deep in the vault. These are my two personal favourites:
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