It's almost seven in the evening and I'm finally at my desk after a long Friday of work. But this is wheree I feel most alive. A good album on my TV and my fingers tapping away to try to do some kind of justice to what I'm listening to.
London band Mary in the Junkyard are in the basement. Stirring up the cauldron. Mixing up the medicine. Role Model Hermit their debut album has just such a candidate, a spectral Michael Stipe type on the cover. The music is elusive and sinuous, reminiscent of the likes of Big Thief, Life Without Building, Hugo Largo and likeminded wastrels.
Role Model Hermit has legs I'll wager. In order to produce magic you need to cast a spell. Dreaming and poetry never go out of fashion. This is a wonderful act of arrival. Watch it fly !
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