I would have been remiss if I didn’t write something about this album. I’ve listened to largely nothing but IC-02 Bogotá through the week. These are my thoughts.
Category: Legacy Pieces
Piano keys are still the heaviest instruments on Earth. Beurk if you must, but there is no other means to match the rank weight of percussion with the sincerity of melody, sheer and sustained. It is the return of the tempest, announced by the first goblet drops of water over the keyboard. “Hold on tight,” […]
Melina Duterte’s latest project Anak Ko, is a good goddamn LP.
Yet, I’d been pretty dead-set on the merits of King Gizzard’s Fishing with Fishies as a prime example of Zeppelin’s and T.Rex’s influence in rock, since my late-April train ride from Pau back to Lannemezan. Fuck that noise; Stu Mackenzie, Ambrose Kenny-Smith, Joey Walker, Cook Craig, Lucas Skinner, Michael Cavanagh and Eric Moore have one more artist up their sleeve, not exactly a sonic influence, but a kindred influence.
A megapiece on five records that managed to stir something more than just 200 words of written soundbyte reviews. Other records did this too, but these five did it best. And I’m just here to struggle and starve and write to them.
Self-love is my greatest struggle, by virtue of an extreme aversion to any patterned pitfalls of narcissistic behavior that, inevitably, a person will fall into, but an imbalance on the bell curve of the spectrum meets at the point of insidiousness: believe too strongly in yourself and risk perspective, criticize yourself too thoroughly and risk pleasure.
Lemme tell ya: nobody does revolution like the French.
A Song is a City asks only one question: how hard do you want to belong?
“I was this close,” I said, suddenly, interrupting my own train of thought, raising two hands with about of foot of air between them, “to finishing an outline on the damn thing.” But then I thought, if Eskimo Joe only needed deliver halfway on this Girl, then that hands me carte blanche on how to review the damn thing.
Kurt Vile, a vinyl-pressed halo, what a dude, what a goober, he’s a street angel, probably spent his early day hustling the corners, scouting for the best street angles.
The Casual Ramble 