Opium Eyes of Nico – Dronecaine

A Cheese & Tomato Fisting

Starring Jeremy Livestock as Laurence Bollock-Monocle

and

Patricia Moneylender as Miss Nervous Bosom

and

Alan ‘Alan’ Allen as the butler; wishproof

 

Scene 1: The farmer is making hay. Meanwhile, his wife is being attended to by a physicist.

Wife: ‘What am I thinking, then?’

Physicist: ‘I have no idea, dear. I study quantum mechanics. You’d be thinking of a psychic, although if you go deeply into quantum mechanics, it’s not actually so different. Have you read David Bohm?’

W: ‘My bums only red cos you slapped it so hard!’

Cosmic Triggers – Homo Fractaliens

So whilst we’re in Russia, here are the Cosmic Triggers.

This is not wholly unlike Sonora, but a more cosmic sort of space rock, with a kind of 90s feel to some of it. I hear Spiritualized style guitar work, G.O.L. style female vocals overlaying the repetitive, circular rhytms (‘we are all fractals of ourselves,’ she intones at one point, which is right up my alley, philosophically). I hear Thee Open Sex, a little bit of Goat, Verma, a slower Our Solar System, The Myrrors again… you know, I could go on. And I mean that in the best possible way, trying to illustrate that there is now so much brilliant music everywhere, and the fact that they all reference each other – probably without actually trying to do so – is part of a larger point that I may do as a macro-post at one point. These are truly wondrous times we live in.

Sonora – The Fire from Within

Methinks somebody has been reading their Carlos Castaneda.

Sonora are from Russia, which also plays home to Gnoomes, who my friend loves in an unhealthy way, and also the artist of the next post that will follow this one in some time frame or other, depending on how interrupted I get by the kids.

Musically, this is a very spacey, desert-rock sort of vibe. I’m mostly put in mind of a slightly crunchier The Myrrors without the flutes, or a mellower Dreamtime, with the circular and cyclical riffs that play such a large role. It’s instrumental, and that means it has to have something about it in my book. And it is a perfect accompaniment for a slightly bleary-eyed Saturday morning.