albums which i'm listening to with mental hunger right now:
minutemen-double nickels on the dime
joanna newsom-Ys
the knife-silent shout
cap'n jazz-analphabetapolothology
Ys is playing a MASSIVE part in my life again, i don't know why. its so amazing, it's gotta be remembered as a highpoint of early 21st century music in jimmy carr nostalgia shows yet to come. there are so many fantastic moments in it, like the parts in sawdust and diamonds where it swells up and get panicked and just, beautiful. and theres a moment when youre really listening to it that 'only skin' just hits you with its brilliance, its usually about 12 or so minutes in, where its been going, seemingly endless and constantly original, for SO long and you just suddenly realise where its taken you with its flurry and lyrical imagery and the soft, bird-like warble throwing your thoughts around as you try to keep up, and think 'god, this is really something special'. cos it is.
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"your girlfriend tries to act shy around me"
"millenium kids we're too cold, no pity"
wiley
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if talking heads were a book they'd be the tractatus. so clean, so acute, so completely lacking in self-interest or indulgence.
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You teased me about being blown away by Newsom six years late. But I really do think that writing about things after the standard marketing wave is the key to criticising pop rather than just cooing at it. (e.g. No album gets a 10/10 until it's been in my life for more than a year, that sort of thing)
I tried to lay out my big dramatic theory of criticism here but it ended being disjointed and half-baked, probably because I'd been away from English lit formalities for two years by that point.
http://afterallitcouldbeworse.blogspot.co.uk/2011/10/arts-lie-dreaming-of-life-to-come.html
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