Haress

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This is unbelievably good psychedelic folk, for want of a better term. There’s elements of americana in some of the tracks and most of the reference points I can think of are probably US based, but Haress is based in Shropshire. Also, someone from Hey Colossus plays somewhere on this album and I fancy I can hear that influence but maybe I is trying too hard. Lurgee still lurking, see.

The artist picture they use at the top of their bandcamp page is well good, too.

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Motion Sickness of Time Travel – Subterranean

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This isn’t much like my normal fare, but know this: I have man-flu and an abcess, and don’t intend to take painkillers until bedtime so that i can sleep. Having said that, I’ve just had a bit of a doze listening to this. It is very relaxing, but not in a crappy New Agey way.

I strongly suspect that it will also be very relaxing if the listener is not ill in any way, and thus recommend this to you for those moments when you need chill.

Opossum Sun Trail – Death Raga Run​-​on Sentence

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I don’t remember how I came across this one but it was on one of my tabs this morning when I turned the PC on so I listened to it. And now I’m posting it.

I always have my browsers open on the tabs they were closed on exactly so I can leave stuff open that I intend to come back to. This does have the downside of meaning that some things that can be on there weeks before I get round to it. On this PC, most of the tabs are actually Youtube videos that the kids last watched, or Roblox games that the kids last played. Tuesday morning before my later than normal start is pretty much the only time I get to catch up, barring the occasional Sunday afternoon.

 

 

Negra Branca @ Woodland Gathering 2018

I listened to this via The Quietus not long after it happened; only posting now because I’m posting it now.

The reason I listened to her is because she also plays with Gnod. This is not much like Gnod, albeit exactly what are Gnod like? They are like many things.

This put me in a trance, even though I was at work (that’s how I cope). I’ve just deleted several sentences where I tried to describe it. This is why I’ve given up trying to describe music using words.

 

 

Organit – Komplex

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Music doesn’t need words, except for the words contained in the music (if any). Music doesn’t need a reason, except for the reason contained in the music, or the music contained in the reason.

I’ve not made sense yet, and I’m not likely to any time soon. But I do like to revel in the unexpectedly welcoming sonic waystations I find in my mental travels, or travails, insert as appropriate. Is insertion ever appropriate? I really hope so, and soon, but that’s a different story.

You mean this is a story? Why didn’t you say?

 

Public Animal – Palace Arms

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the flipbats in earshot were hassling me not in the slightest, however, there was something of an error in the report, which somebody, somewhere, instantly dismissed as worthy of nuts. Dangernuts, to be precise. well, I had to send the farcical  popsicle home to be de-nnoyed, and it was a roaring success, but the side effects were tremendously tremulous, seeking only a form of chaos known to man as the sliding scale, which has also been translated succinctly into alpha monkey wonderland as the profit margin, and that’s what they are actually hitting you with when you watch Strictly Come Dancing.

Thoughts are like sentences, only less visible, and you can always deny having had them.

I bring only gifts of the unwanted variety

How many journeys make up a lifetime?

Just how big is now?