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Thursday, 13 June 2013

Music.



The Best:

The Black Dog - ‘Tranklements’  - Consistent, warm & rich techno from the masters.

Celer - ‘Viewpoint’. Wonderful, gentle ambient tones.

Boards Of Canada - ‘Tomorrow’s Harvest’ - A grower. Im not going to compare it to ‘campfire...’ no, no, no, I’m not. I hope that it will take a hold. Good so far.

Ghost Poet - ‘Some say I So I Say light’ - He’s getting there. Second album in. ‘Dorsal Morsel’ is the best thing he has written.

Jon Hopkins - ‘Immunity’ - Tim is right - flows beautifully. Sounds as though a lot of thought has gone into this beauty.

‘Recomposed’ by Carl Craig & Moritz Von Oswold’  - Relaxes and entertains me. 

Sandwell District - Fabric 69 - Malevolent, visceral techno that makes the hair on my neck sit up and have a look around.

Queens Of The Stone Age - ‘...Like Clockwork’ - Huge riffs with an amazing amount of talent and twisty turns. Even Pia likes it.

Vampire Weekend - ‘Modern Vampires Of The City’ . Bouncy, fun pop music. An appropriate prescription for the summer day.
(A couple of absolute stinkers on it so marks deducted).

Two Bears - ‘Be Strong’ - Makes me oscillate wildly. 

The National - ‘Trouble Will Find Me’ . A fine album. Worth it just for ‘Pink Rabbits’.

All of Chris White’s home grown compilations. Every month, without fail a an amazingly designed, hand stamped, hand sewn, brown bagged CD arrives at my home. It is always righteous.

The worst:

Easy.

Daft Punk - ‘Random Access Memories’

Emperors. New. Clothes. 

Ennui in a box.

Execrable.

Dreadful, regressive, irritating nonsense. 
Just sticking a few 70s guitar licks and the same old Moroder riffs doth not a good album make. 
Enough with the vocoders. 

Even thinking about this tripe makes me bilious.

Looks like that first album was a fluke.

Pair of helmets...

Shame.


In the bin unless anyone wants it?

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