Taster for tomorrow's Song(s) of the Day. The first track from the excellent new record from The Homesick.
'To boldly go where no blog has gone before....
Taster for tomorrow's Song(s) of the Day. The first track from the excellent new record from The Homesick.
I'm in a 'space' at the moment which allows me to consume culture, music, film and culture in general. This allows me to listen to a lot of music and fall under its spell. My natural urge is to covet it. the act of owning it, but that's not always necessary. Instead I'll document my appreciation here.
An album released in 1978 and intended for the ages Budd is an avnt-garde west coast figure. This is his second album and was part of a cycle of works begun in 1972and produced by Brian Eno. It has a cast of distinguished musicians and feels like an ascension to a sacred place frankly
A band from a town called Alice. Alice Springs, Australia. A mythical place. And here's a mythical record from there .Of Nothing from the Charlie Ivan Band. No lack of dread, mystery, pathos and and the sense of tumbleweed making its way down Main Street while the locals make their way to and from their local.A good record can plumb the same emotional depths as a great novel and Of Nothing is a good exmaple of these processes detonating and falling back into space. A stunning and quietly stunned record.
* Thanks as so often to Darren Jones for directing me here. That's classy Darren.
Pylon. A coooler than coolArt Rock band from Athens Georgia and the early Eighties . A cooler than cool, (I imagine), novel from icon of the American South William Faulkner. The third album by Filipino born singer songwriter Beatrice Laus, better known as beabodoobee.
It's a record that imeddiatiately impresses with its cultural heft tugging me back to the Nineties most obviously. She's an arist who has cited the Sundays, Mazzy Star, Veruca Salt and Elliott Smiths as influences and that's the place this occupies and it's very comfortable in that space.
It's a great record but its nostalgic drag is inescapable like so many of the records I'm listening to in 2026. 'Disconnected from reality,,,,,, like a pylon on an open road.' There are worse places to be.
Twilark's Never Learned the Tide is not going to cheer you up.It raise the flag of surrender halfway up the flagpole and then runs out of energy. It's a whole heap of modping and self pity. But hey we've all had some of these moments. It's a cry in the dark a healthy blow into a handkerchief and amd you really shouldn't bother with it but I've just done so for you.
'I've been through the desert on a horse with no name. It feels good to be out of the rain.'
It's a Friday morning in Canterbury and I'm listening to Beck's new album Ride, Lonesome. We're all on lonesome roads. Whether we acknowledge it or not. But Beck has always been a better soundtrack for those roadsthan most. Ride, Lonesome is him doing what he does betst of all. Ballads to comfort and highlight the beauty of existence as we make our way down the highway.
This is classic songwriting and ennui. There's none of Morrissey's self pity and inchoate rage. Far from it. This strikes me as more enlightened and worldly. Plenty of consolation and comfort. Ride, Lonesome is twelve songs of comfort and consolation as we make our way down or up another slope towards Christmas !
The XX were one of those bands that I heard and felt music was leaving me as I could not connect with them as I did to the music that meant most to me. With The XX it was not really that they were austere. Joy Division and Young Marble Giants were austere. But this felt rather clinical and claculated and positioned for a market and I felt uncomfortable because I didn't wish to be their target consumer. A genuine Post Modern 'Post Punk' sense of discomfort.
'I've been talking to stray dogs. And empty stools.'
Material Witness is a proper gem of the old school from William Matheny out of West Virginia. It's an album that speaks loud and clear about the story of life. The way we navigate the bends in the road as best we can,`
It's deteminedly glass half full and well adjusted. Full of good lines and good tunes. Worldly wisdom. Homely charm. Good Night Jim Bob. Good night Erin.
I can't particularly write about Jazz but I do appreciate it. Crying, Laughing have and album called Starting and frankly, it's Smoking. Different ways of getting to the same place.
Underachievement. It's nothing to be ashamed of. Over The Moon actually probably would more accurately be described as Under The Moon. Seven songs filed with endless Dinosaur Jr. soloing and staring at your socks, 'it is like it is...' shrugging and margin hugging craftsmanship ,
I've been listening to The Tubs latest album Hard Life for a few days now. They're a ragged dysfunctional band that are on an interesting road. I saw them last year giving a drunken, spirit performance at Xerox night club on the Newcastle Quayside lats year in spitting distance of the swing bridge.
Ragged dysfunctionalism seems to be the suit that The Tubs specialise in. But why not? Latest album Hard Life reminds me of my youth and revels in the bands own and rings amiable all the way from starter's pistol to breasting the finishing tape. As generallly with the band it's a spirited uneven performance.
They swing like The Smiths with Richard Thompson on vocals. You get the sense that they care which is surely what matters most. They may remind you of the past but they're heading into the future in their ragged dysfunctional manner.
Hey Kids! It's Super Honey Teaspoon ! by Soda Gumball from Seattle Washington. It's every bit as good as it sounds. Twee, joyous Indie Pop ennui. Canned C-86 inspired happiness! Looks like we've found our way back to The Garden !
Brighton's Hollow Hand sound like a strange and inspired fusion of Dexys Midnight Runners and Dire Straits. Dire Midnight Runners? Dexys Straits. Alan McGee would have signed this band to his record label back in the day ! New album Wish Road South has that odd Seventies twang that's half way between Peckham High Street and the America of its dreams. Ther eare hints of The Kinks and The Beatles. It's really rather gentle, rather English and rather lovely !
New Haven, CT band with Heart & Soul and psychedelic space.
Rising in the face of The New Fascism ! Into the New Week . Never mind about the front page. Look to music. British Indie Rock & Roll seems back in fashion in late 2026. And not before time. Hot on the heels of the Westside Cowboy record comes fellow Mancunians The Guest List's debut album Something Real. And it's a record buzzing with fresh, intense and familiar joys. And no little poetry.
It's been a long time since Made In Stone, The Drugs Don't Work and There She Goes but their spirit and vigour are here in abundance as is the energy and essence of so many great British guitar bands, and records of previous decades. The soul and the love of books and life and youth despite the inevitable rain which is a major player here. Never mind the darkness as we hurtle towards Christmas.
This is indeed something real and The Guest List can be very proud of what they've done and are doing, This is an articulate and beautiful and moving record which ticks with clockwork precision and will endure.
Post Rock Music that functions essentially as classic or official sountracks do.A very beautiful record.
'One way is Rome. The other way is Meeca. On either side. On either side of our motor bike...'
I have a good friend who rails against Rufus Wainwright at every opportunity. Says he cannot hold a note and is a talentless flibertigibbet who should not be allowed within a mile of a stage.
What does he know dear readers. I think Rufus is fab. Possibly an angel in flight. Poses is triff !!!
Stoke On Trent's finest if that's what you were seeking, the oddly named Formal Sppeedwear take Post Punk around the block on debut album Punch Card and do the jerky presposterous affected dance that is the odd privelidge of youth. This on the surface may seem a slightly formulaic record. But it's well worth perservering with
Ian Prowse is an old school singer songwriter of the Old School. The kind of guitar toting good humoured storytelling, Faces, Costello, Squeeze. that seems to have gone out of fashion. No Names is a timely reminder.
'There goes a rolling rise. There goes a dull afternoon.....' So opens Love Aggregates, the latest album from Evanston, Illinois cultural and musical phenomenon Asher White . Asher's prolific to say the least and has been releasing music since she was 14.
Love Aggregates, is consistently versatile, lilting and easy on the ear. Occasionally chintzy but with a refined Pop sensibility Imagination in flight. 'We're chasing every pigeon that we see.'
IAN Sweet continues to make the most fascinating, enigmatic reords on any block. A dollop of Jobriath. A twist of Sufjan. But brave, original and frequently deeply poignant. A match struck in the dark....
A Friday Morning and a sublime record to greet it. The Singer In My Band the third album from This Is Lorelei from Nate Amos of Water From Your Eyes. It's old school, guitar driven wonder.The great American songbook.'
This is firmly in a tradition, and it's not just an American one. Neil Finn, Jeff Tweedy. Andy Partridge, Roger McGuinn, Alex Chilton. Jangling literary and Folk wonder. But this feels fresh, flowing and pure. The good stuff.
Always one of the uneasy listens in The Beatles catalogue. Because you can sense that they are coming apart.
The album that's been on permanent rotation all day. It's my mother's ninety first birthday and I'm also doing a massive spring clean having taught my online classes . This record takes me back . To Katowice, Poland where I first bought it on CD just after it came out.
It's an innovative and celebrated record if course. Given that it's entirely composed of samples. Over 3,500 in all. Allo f which naturally had to be credited, But there's no need to worry yourself with the painful processes behind that anymore than it pays to think of the creative details of Morph or Wallace & Gromit when watching them.
It's poetry in motion frankly. A record that can easily be listened to on loop because it's not like Astral Weeks or Rubber Soul in that it's best surrendered to rather than broken down into individual moments.
I make no great claims for this blog as an act of cultural commentary and significance. It's just a way of marking the days. Olivia Rodrigo's you seem pretty sad for a girl in love is an album that's making a global splash and see,s like a pretty likeable Pop Record with vegue pretences of cultural edginess.
To my ears this is a preferable option. Sweet Thief is the easiest uneasy listening experience on the block. Soft and gentle with dark interiors and infinite depths. Nico and Simon & Garfunkel are listed on the Spotify bio and that generally works for me . This at the moment is my place of eternal stillness. The weekend beckons !
' Dopamine slot machine. Stole my baby.....' Luluc Dopamine Slot Machine,
'It's Ok to be different. It's OK to want to get free...' Luluc. Wanna Get Free
Mineapolis Jingle Jangle. Anglophile Indie that makes June Brides its Polar Star..
The Womack Sisters eponymous album hits the spot. It's not innovative so much as a confirmation. There's not a sequence or note out of place . It's state of the art Expressway To Your Soul !
Sioux Falls, South Dakota's finest's latest album Can You, (their third by my reckoning), draws an interesting line in the sand.
There's something quite special here. A sense of genuine engagement. Fervent, questing insurrectionary quality of Jane's Addiction.The Doors, Big Thief and Protomartyr . The way that only an American band at their best can sound and Off Contact sound like they're in line and urgent for their turn. .
I really believe that life matters and it's a test. I get the sense of that in good records and I get it here. Can You has a febrile, insolent quality. Ones to watch.