OK - alien beep bop to start us off - I see you. Gorgeous cover art. They're from Manchester? I wonder how many times I've heard their music in a set and didn't know. Pacific 202 is a vibe, jazzy space station (reading a book set in NASA/Space so feeling all very connected), almost sounds like bird recordings. Lastly released in 1989 - wild.
In Big Daddy Dyl's top 5 albums of all time. After a slightly lethal combo of pet nat and hazy IPAs last night, the husky tones and velvet guitar is exactly what my brain needs right now. Fender Stratocaster - who knew
"I know smart people who like Zappa. People who read books and shit." - Tommy Cordery. Not the voice I expected. If I had a moustache, I would want his. Makes me want to close my eyes and play the air guitar. Son of Mr Green Genes - the piano runs are big ASMR brain ticklers. This sounds like: I used to not like anchovies but now I'm dipping my fingers into them.
Wasn't planning on feeling melancholy today but the Lord(e) had other plans. First time listening was interrupted with the classic 'turn down to think'. Second time listening through the trusty plug ins and I could show the undulating poetry some respect. Master Song - Hardanger Fiddle - the vibrations are their own notes. The Stranger Song - "Like any dealer he was watching for the card that is so high and wild. He'll never need to deal another. He was just some Joseph looking for a manger" - tea. So Long, Marianne - makes me feel like Julie Andrews/Sound Of Music mountain spins. Stories of the Street - "We are so small between the stars, so large against the sky. And lost among the subway crowds, I try to catch your eye", the week of cosmic connection. End of - One of Us Can't be Wrong - haunting. Why do I get the impression he was a playAh
Great cover art. Lazy bop listening on coffee run this morning. Still hold a special place for his Lion reggae album.
Sounded like a 1 hour 1 min long procession. Alternating between angry, melancholic, upbeat, funeral and space-age marches. Maybe it's the drums, repetitive chord progressions, choral backup singing, monotonous singing, a la video game loading sound track. IDK but I felt like I was in the mixer and not entirely the mixer I like visiting twice a week. Would've been sweeter if Enola Gay and Electricity were included. Glimmers of engagement and then I realised I kept subconsciously turning it off. Souvenir is a bop.
Punk rock meets country. I respect it but can't completely get around it. Whistling reminds me I desperately need to practice for the '25/26 festive season. Favourite lyrics include: "stumbling over tombstone shoes", "I play too hard when I ought to go to sleep", "shut up and smoke", "Presley sucked on doggie dicks", quality stuff. X was formed by a man called John Doe... take from that what you will.
This sounded like a poor man's Eagles. Apart from the slay cover art, this album gave me guitar hero PTSD.
All the songs sounded familiar but I couldn't say where from (morning anomia). The breathy flute in Watermelon Man is how I would explain White Lotus without playing their theme song. Vein Melter is a great Spotify playlist name. A quick ask to the shaman (Google) revealed Herbie has the strongest brow x glasses combo.
Wow this voice sounds almost like a male falsetto. OK read the history now, the vibrato is gorgeous. What a phenomenal force she is, back catalogue and collaboration list is insane. Its too sunny to be sad but I enjoyed this in the background.
Organ x Saxophone is what I will hear greeting me at the pearly gates. Loving the Lord(e) delivers me jazzy albums when I'm overindulged on le French vin. The drum beat is a sexy caress. Slay typography, case & point in using the same font & weight but using hierarchy of pt size and colour. Wonder why it was released 3 years after recording. Favourite instrument list updated: Fender Stratocaster & Hammond B3 organ.
More type !! And fun shapes and key lines !! "Sit back and let us groove And let us work on you" - the groove-rock entered the ears, through the blood stream and manifested in some shimmy shimmy bopping while churning out the devil's agenda - rhymes with mud (no I'm not going to disrespect the word pub), ends with way. Some tracks quite experimental & not for me but I respect the mana. 'I'm a Man' makes me reflect that I've only heard one album by a woman so far, and this one is 10 men.