The Kills’ No Wow is spinning behind me. I love the album even though it’s nowhere near the masterpiece their first was — I must find that one too. So anyways, I had to buy it earlier this week on vinyl. Really! I had to buy something by them, it was a compulsion. And now as it comes out of the speakers, there is something odd and unsettling in the background. Something that the CD never even managed to pick up at all.

Like there are damp cloths over some of the amps and the vocals are more immersed into the music. Oily and dirt and dust that swivels in the air and somehow interferes. That the bus ride put me in a dark mood is also a factor, I suppose, but let’s ignore that. Or not, fuck it, music is supposed to be about the soul and heart and all that other shit. It has never sounded this good. Not even close.

Tea and cookies and the Kills. I wish I could have a beer though, a dark and wintery thing, but just the thought still makes me queasy. Too soon after that hellish hangover.