Friday, 29 January 2010
Wednesday, 27 January 2010
Tuesday, 26 January 2010
Monday, 25 January 2010
Thursday, 21 January 2010
Ninja Tunes
Can't remember whether you feel as strongly about her or not as others I could mention. Joni parallels abound perhaps. Though there could be less complementary comparisons. This is a song of hers I like a lot, in that vein:
Tuesday, 19 January 2010
Saturday, 16 January 2010
Monday, 11 January 2010
New Portishead recorded for Amnesty International, 'Chase the Tear"
It's growing on me. Sounds like lots of other things but weirdly like not much else. And i like the gold bracelet the guy is wearing in the opening moments.
Sunday, 10 January 2010
Friday, 8 January 2010
Thursday, 7 January 2010
Wednesday, 6 January 2010
Tuesday, 5 January 2010
I know I'm walking a fine line but I couldn't resist....
All this, of course, was taken as a sign of weakness, if not heathenism, and Columbus being a righteous European was convinced the people should be "made to work, sow and do all that is necessary and to adopt our ways."
Banjo or Freakout/Mount Kimbie

Banjo or Freakout. Who?? Just to show I am not prideful (or that I am lazy - discuss..) The Guardian do it quite well here
Banjo or Freakout - "Archangel"(Burial Cover)

Mount Kimbie, Hot Flush labelmate of Joy Orbison (of mainly this, but also this fame) and making equally soothing sounds.
Mount Kimbie - "Maybes"
Mount Kimbie - "Sketch on Glass"
Tone restored.
Monday, 4 January 2010
Bent brother I know you,
Heavy set, unready to go.
Tomorrow no longer rests in your hands,
Old man says its not in your hands.
Aint no thing gonna change that.
Your eyes have lingered too long,
Weighty whispers will guide you,
The sun has no place here,
The hole’s been dug for thousands deep.
Aint no fire gonna burn no more.
What hills and skies know your name,
What hate has gnawed the soil and deep blue,
Old grey man says he’s had enough.
Says your tracks are walked.
Aint no redemption in your day.
What price to pay for wingless pride,
‘You shined so bright’, says the old man.
‘But you aint no cowboy angel anymore’,
Souls have been swallowed by your void,
Aint got no time left for the fallen.
Old mans fiery blue eyes stare straight, rocking.
Smells the Earth and breaths out slowly.
‘I loved you boy, but you forgot yourself’.
‘This aint no place for you’ .
Aint gonna be a day like this again.
The sun wiped from the sky, stars fallen.
Trumpets blow, north, south, east and west.
Lucuis, bent, wretched and foul, blackened by deceit.
No word borne from his rotting mouth.
Aint no horde gonna save him now.



