Rinoa — Memory

Hardcore Weekend! And I’m starting it with a for me new band too. Mina from Twitter recommended and as I’m a bit stuck in hardcore from the dusty halls of a Christmas past this was great. Need to find more new music.

Hüsker Dü — Don’t Want To Know If You Are Lonely

I need more Hüsker Dü vinyls. I need all of them! (Only have Warehouse at this time.) My birthday is in August sop you lot have some time to get it for me. Other things on the list are world peace, goodwill towards mankind, love, and cookies.

On the cosmology episode of the Infinite Monkey Cage they had this guest — apart from Alan Moore, Dallas Campbell and Professor Ed Copeland — who sang a song. It was such a wonderful one that I needed to hunt down and then post. Turns out Helen Arney has The Sun has Got His Huff On as a free download on her bandcamp. 

You treat me insignificantly
Name a tabloid after me
Synonymous with paparazzi
Just a backdrop for Brian Cox on TV 

The podcast is described as this by the Beeb: “Witty, irreverent look at the world according to science with physicist Brian Cox and comedian Robin Ince.” All true!

(The GEEK SONGS tag lives!)

Laura Veirs — Galaxies.

I lay down on the couch and shut my eyes to this. And then for some reason my brain though I was high up in a skyscraper or a balcony or a really really tall chair because I got that height dizziness and almost fell out of the couch. Exciting!

The Soft Boys — I Wanna Destroy You

It’s a Robyn Hitchcock night.

John K. Samson — When I Write My Master’s Thesis.

On month exactly until John K Samson’s solo album comes out.

Since I though about calling this illustration “Sally Timms in Space,” I thought it’d be best to post it with a Sally tune as well (“Best Intentions”). That’s how I roll.

It’s Beginning to Look a Lot Like Fish-Men.

And with this jolly tune I bid you goodnight and sweet dreams with the smell of salmon.

Since not everyone understands Swedish — this is a design flaw of unmeasurable magnitudes — here’s another new Hardcore Troubadours song. This time an original called Sin City Serenade and in English. 

The friends to whom I drew that album cover a few weeks ago have now been in and recorded things. This is an Ebba Grön cover which is never a bad thing.

Theoretical Girl doing a cover on The Fine Arts Showcase’s Heaven To Me. In a way it might have been a mistake to listen to this, in other ways it wasn’t.

Laura Veirs — Where Gravity Is Dead

The problem with only eight gig of space in the mp3 player is that there’s this rotation. Everything I want can’t fit. This is also a strength as I’m forced to shuffle around and remove things in order to add new albums. There’s no room for anything I don’t want to listen to right now. Being a pre-cog is hard work though.

So due to the trip I’ve filled it with things that reminds me of autumn and winter. Laura Veirs is winter for me. Long scarves and the snow going crunch underneath the boots. Wind scratching the cheeks, the nose slightly numb. I don’t think there’s snow where I’m going but still… Winter’s still here.

Jed Whedon and the Willing — Tricks On Me.

Sometimes I think I hate the Whedon family. Mostly I like them, even when they’re awkward and do things that are a bit ill-thought out (ehrm, far too much of Dollhouse)  but… You know. There’s too much talent in that family, leave some for the rest of us will ya?

Sandy Denny & Thea Gilmore — Glistening Bay.

While Sandy Denny never recorded these, the words are her’s and this collaboration of ten songs is damn pretty as well as very affecting. The music written by Thea Gilmore feels true to them both. There are musical hues from both Fairport Convention and Sandy’s solo works but at the same time the melodies unmistakably are those of Thea’s. You can hear it on the guitars — sometimes more, sometimes less. But it’s there.

Carbon/Silicon — It’s Not Over Yet.

It’s so easy to get bogged down with punk rock from the period when you first discovered it and lament that music like that isn’t there any more and scoff at everything older or newer. I’ve been guilty of this myself, just as much as I’ve been guilty of too much musical archaeology — digging further down in the soil and not looking up as much as I ought to.

This though, it’s both old and new. From… 2006 I think and Mick Jones can still beat everyone when it comes to melodies.