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Listening to the 23yo Cosmo Sheldrake must be what it’s like to attend a pagan festival on MDMA; a bug-eyed, logic-less dystopia of maypoles, mis-steps and madness. It’s like being touched on the back by someone continuously, whirling around after them but never catching up, never catching up, catching up never, up catching never, never up never catching, never never land. When the music finally stops, I’m a manic, tousled mess who’s not totally sure which is north and which is south. But I’m happy, I’m panting and I’m happy.
That’s The Fly, anyway. Rich is an entirely different, gentler beast. Over a lo-fi babble of claps, clicks and crackles, an innocent chanteuse hums and sings; she’s like a siren in a dark, seedy club full of desperate old men, an unexpected angel capable of inspiring a little faith in all us heathens. She’s our last chance, our ticket out of here, our lottery win; but we can’t move, we’re tongue-tied and leg-locked, we’re stuck to the spot because we know deep down she’s too good for us, that we’d only demean and cheapen her.
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Just relax, alright? Be cool. Be cool and listen to a little Bayou.
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There’s something exultant about William Arcane‘s Not The Only One: listening to it leaves me light-headed and grateful as I consider all the good things in my world; leaves me thrilling at the fine and glassy and elegant sounds it weaves, all of them awfully pleasant on the lords and peers. Along with the also-great and choppier Want Somebody, it comes from the Permanence EP, which is out on 10 June via Pictures Music.
27/03 0 comments
After yesterday‘s “electronic classical trip-hop”, it’s time to move things along in the form of Portia Graves‘ “electronic soundtrack classical”. For all my sarcasm, the difference is initially compelling: where Diana Yukawa’s music was pensive and precious, Portia’s newest tune is far more fraught, far more intense. That makes it no less enjoyable, though: personally, I feel the same thrill here as when listening to a big, bad storm.
Then again, if you do prefer things pensive, these swirly, subdued tracks (and indeed all others) from her current album Red Brick Roads will really do the trick (Driving Down The Strip isn’t on said record)…
26/03 0 comments
April faded to May which petered out into June which disappeared into July which at some point became August, September and then October which re-branded itself as November which was no different to December which segued into January which morphed into February which quickly called itself March which gave way to April and then a year had gone by and still I missed her, and still I cried most nights, cried for no better reason than just to get the tears out.
If you’re not familiar with her, Diana Yukawa was a prodigal violinist, releasing her first album on Sony aged a mere 14. My Way Home comes from a new EP, Finding The Parallel, on which she adopts a terrific new sound, described as ‘electonic classical triphop’. A full, fourth album is expected at the end of 2013.
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