The last day of January. The sun coming up as my bath runs and I make my way towards my half seven esson with incredible busy medical salespeople and professionals. Always one of my most interesting classes of the week.
I find myself listening to L.S.Dunes new album Violet. On the front cover a skeletal figure stares out from a small wooden boat beset by tempestuous waves. It seems like an apt metaphor for these times.
As for the record. It's not entirely to my liking.L.S.Dunes are a modern band. And they genre hop at will. There are guitar solos that we have not heard since Brian May was in his mid seventies pomp. The band flirt with metal and there are sounds whuch would alarm a mother for the wellbeing of her dearly beloved offspring if she heard them coming out of their bedroom late on a weeknight.
The singer meanwhile howls at the moon like a gelded calf. I gave this my undivided attention for 15 minutes. But now it's time for my bath. I'll pass on this one.
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