WLT - Dry The River - Bible Belt

WLT - Stornoway - I Saw You Blink

The Head and the Heart - Rivers and Roads

Bowerbirds - Northern Lights

Vanquish

I see you perusing epigrams of ancient heroes
They're peopling your heart
Oh they're peopling your mind
And your solitude is recluse
You were forsaken, I see your bruise
It's emblazoned on your chest
It's emblazoned on your arms
And your poor mama's greed
What she sows, she shall also reap
She's heading for that door
She's heading for before
That kerosene lantern
With its diffused immemorial glow
I say, "shine that light on that there trollop"
"Shine that light, off with her bodice"
"My dear boy," she bellows, implores
"Extinguish the flame, for I can't bear anymore"
And so the thespian whimpers, in all her mawkish fragility
"Stare into the eyes of the product of your womb...
in all his glaring immortality!"
Ruptured voices now shake the room
Distant Fathers, Daniel Boone
"Vanquish all the solipsists
vanquish or they will persist"
The earth continues on its rotational axis
As we're all stuck here sifting with the masses
And when the sun shields itself in the pocket of eternal darkness
We shall all cease to exist...pagans, frontiersmen, and the Marxists

Neon Indian - Deadbeat Summer

Bent - Comin' Back

If you love stereolab or are fully submerged in this new craze for electronica amalgamated with elemental jazz and tribalesque percussive synths you will most certainly dig this fusion style electronica produced by Nottingham, England's finest-Neil Tolliday and Simon Mills. Their albums are especially difficult to procure via i-tunes and spotify, so i would either search for their music on amazon or take a day off from burdensome reality and go on a scavenger hunt at your local record shop in the electronica section.

Sergey Larenkov

Russian photographer Sergey Larenkov has found a relatively innovative way to conflate the very disparate yet surprisingly congruous past and present together. He endows us with the ability to see the historical and social progression of previously, if not still, parochial and communist societies as they morph into urbanized and progressive modern cities. The span of 60 plus years (World War II era to the present) is encapsulated within a minute pictorial frame. And although the advent of photoshop and its utilization among amateur photographers has been prevalent for some time now, Sergey seems to employ different stylistic techniques that assist him in conveying his artistic and life philosophies. A pastiche of the then burgeoning industrialization, the nascent stages of World War hysteria, and the enduring chaos and complexity of a modern world buttressed by modern innovations.

Clare and the Reasons - Everybody Wants To Rule The World

Clare & The Reasons - That's All

Musee Mecanique-Our Changing Skins

Musée Mécanique - Two Friends Like Us

Flowers And Sea Creatures - At Night

Fossil Collective - On and On

Midlake - Acts of Man

Brisa Roche- Whistle

Alela Diane-White As Diamonds

The Rifle-Alela Diane

Red House Painters - Have You Forgotten

Red House Painters - Song For A Blue Guitar

Caveman-Decide

Trailer Trash Tracys -- 'Candy Girl' [Demo]

Chad Valley - Now That I'm Real

yellow ostrich :: whale

Mon amie la rose-Francoise Hardy

Dirty Beaches - Lord Knows Best

Tamaryn - Love Fade (Official)

Damien Rice & Melanie Laurent - Uncomfortable

Anna Calvi - Desire

Dark Dark Dark - Daydreaming

righteous

Damn the philistines and hedonists
that ravage fecund earth,
That exult in barren lands of mind
that are now accused of dearth,
Wretched rogues and philanderers
that float insouciantly on their promises,
that are invariably unfulfilled
What brazen fools and savages
Oh eternal land and enlightened mind
these brutes are sure to precipitate a drought,
So, irrigate laboriously
Till' you've surmounted this dire bout,
We are not crestfallen mercenaries
we're strategists, we graze the land,
And as radicals and catalysts
we must forsake the dirge and embrace the marching band

Bensé - Quand je marche

Carla Bruni - Tout le monde

Carla Bruni - Quelqu'un m'a dit

Asa - Jailer

The Sunday Drivers - On my mind

Ramona Falls - Russia

The Jesus and Mary Chain - You Trip Me Up

Dan Auerbach - Heartbroken, In Disrepair

Singer and guitarist from The Black Keys. If this song hasn't been put on Breaking Bad, it should be done so immediately. This, is rock and fucking roll. If you enjoy this sound, check of Black Rebel Motorcycle Club or anything by Jack White, more specifically Dead Weather or Raconteurs.

AA Bondy - How Will You Meet Your End?

TWERPS - She Didn't Know

Sounds like a track that should be incorporated somewhere in the film That Thing You Do. Great 60's style jangly electric guitar and an intoxicating waifish crooning from the lead singer. Enjoy.

Ducktails - Killin' The Vibe (Ft. Panda Bear)

Eternal Summers - Pure Affection

For this is wisdom-to love and live,
To take what fate or the gods may give,
To ask no question, to make no prayer,
To kiss the lips and caress the hair,
Speed passion's ebb as we greet its flow,
To have and to hold, and, in time-let go.

-Laurence Hope (Adela Florence Nicolson)

Serge Gainsbourg & Brigitte Bardot - Bonnie & Clyde

TIMBER TIMBRE - MAGIC ARROW

Timber Timbre-Demon Host

edith bouvier beale

It's very difficult to keep the line between the past and the present

Man or Astroman? "Spferic Waves"

the peculiarities that transpire when the limitless expanse of space and the limitless expanse of sea fuse. man or astroman? may pay homage to the musical genius of Brian Wilson and The Beach Boys or Jan and Dean but they certainly douse and set their songs ablaze with garage rock riffs.

Teen Daze - The Harvest

I am sure most can sense a motif occurring on this blog. The always abrupt and infinitely surprising finale of summer calls for hazy tunes that serve as hallucinogens and catalysts as your lethargic self sits back and recalls its halcyon summer. Teen Daze's EP A Silent Planet is now available for purchase on iTunes.

DEAD MAN'S BONES - "NAME IN STONE" - HD

Featuring the Silverlake Conservatory of Music Children's Choir, Ryan Gosling once again proves that he is a demigod. His self-titled album is beautiful, purchase it.

Canon Blue- Indian Summer (Des moines)

This is for anyone who is a fan of Neon Indian's "Dead Beat Summer" and lo-fi hazy summer tunes. orchestral backing swelling, ebbing and flowing, perfectly synchronised harmonics, and a catchy refrain with jubilant synths

Dirty Gold - California Sunrise

The demise of summer encapsulated...come back california sun, even with your pallor encrusted golden rays, we'll be eternally waiting

Tunng - Bullets

Do Not Leave Me - Toots Thielemans

james vincent mcmorrow-this old dark machine

Slow Club - Summer Shakedown

alice

we are often attracted to poisonous and detrimental things, that are veiled in a sheath of beauty.everything is a facade. 
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here's daddy

ALL WORK AND NO PLAY MAKES JACK A DULL BOY
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#167 The sound of the needle hitting the record

We didn’t used to download.
Nope, after spending a few weeks saving money from mowing lawns, shoveling driveways, or delivering papers it was time to get on a creaky bus and head downtown to the record shop. After walking around dusty aisles, chatting with the snobby staff, and flipping through plastic-wrapped stacks, you’d finally find the one you wanted. After paying, you’d get back on the bus, tear off the cellophane, and excitedly flip through the lyrics and liner notes before getting home.
Next it was time to run to your bedroom, flip on your stereo, and peel the black plastic disc from its sleeve. Maybe that’s when you stared at it for a second and wondered how that little plastic groove could hold all those guitars and drums, before setting it down spinning on the machine.
The sound of the needle hitting the record is the sound of a big moment about to happen. It’s the shotgun before the race, lightning before the thunder, or lion’s roar before the movie. It’s the sound of waiting, the sound of saving, and the crackly sound of imperfection opening the way, into a perfect moment, into a perfect day.

filmstrip

counterpoint.

breathe. hold.

Be Drunk...

You have to be always drunk. That's all there is to it—it's the only way. So as not to feel the horrible burden of time that breaks your back and bends you to the earth, you have to be continually drunk.
But on what? Wine, poetry or virtue, as you wish. But be drunk.
And if sometimes, on the steps of a palace or the green grass of a ditch, in the mournful solitude of your room, you wake again, drunkenness already diminishing or gone, ask the wind, the wave, the star, the bird, the clock, everything that is flying, everything that is groaning, everything that is rolling, everything that is singing, everything that is speaking. . .ask what time it is and wind, wave, star, bird, clock will answer you: "It is time to be drunk! So as not to be the martyred slaves of time, be drunk, be continually drunk! On wine, on poetry or on virtue as you wish." 
-Charles Baudelaire

Lucy Rose - Middle of the Bed

Mathemagic - Ivory Coast

Cuckoo Chaos - Just Ride It

Cuckoo Chaos - It's Easy, Ya Know

Papercuts - Once We Walked In The Sunlight

hey momma-kay kay and his weathered underground

French Kicks - Sex Tourists [Audio]

Que Sera - Wax Tailor

pj harvey - the desperate kingdom of love

Kings Of Convenience - Little Kids

portentous sign

there's a train passing along
wheezing away its ancient humming
there are thieves on that there train
and I know damn well they're coming
I hear the hooting and the hollering
I can't seem to make a move
they're making haste to rob me blind
I hear the wheels screech along the groove
Help me, someone salvage me
my feet are anchored to the turgid terrain
its swelling intermittently 
and far off voices whisper "what a shame"

last night's vision

An old decrepit and feeble lady beckoning me to follow her down this forest path framed by elm trees with the diffused light of a lantern in her hands. Her eyes, beady yet piercing. She is draped in black, as if the color could swallow her whole at any minute. Her skin, coagulates like rice pudding, and is just as fair in color. Her eyes are coffee beans and her nails are sea shells. I just saw her face dissolve-it's melting. She gesticulates to her right with her precious antiquated lantern and I see phases of my life framed by elm tree prosceniums. I witness the transience of my life in a fleeting moment of hysteria. 1930's circus music commences and annihilates all hope...penetrating the air...cutting it with an axe. 


maybe, just maybe, this is my depiction of hell.

hollow

Hollow bones
Hollow heart
You see the world in black and white
Your lenses are obscured you know
You will never see the light
You have no moral backbone 
Your moral compass is misdirected
and when I tell you I am through with you
I am not surprised, you're not affected
You don't know what life is
You've been blinded from the start
You tread this earth with broken fists
Now let me watch your world collapse with its unstable piers and battered arches
Everything is disintegrating, subsumed by all the flames
Yet there's no fire in your heart
you're playing the devil's game
Look at you, you hollow man
you've lost your sight, you have no plan
You circumambulate your fractured world
Now, here we go...let it ALL unfurl 
Your haunting laughter drapes the fragmented streets
it reverberates through us all 
I can't wait to see you fucking break 
Hollow man, let me see you fall


-angela brussel, February 2011

 

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