'Whats there with the man on the train. Who stands there with the hands in his pockets. And won't even hold on to the rail.'
Ecith Frost's latest album In Space strikes me as the kind of thing which David Lynch might have endorsed. It's a warm, strange record which I appreciated greatly when I played it on my TV set yesterday at the end of a long and slightly frustrating day, struggling with the vagaries of Internet Banking. Trust me. You don't need to know anything else about that particular skirmish.
Never mind about that though because I was charmed by the magical spell woven here in forty minutes. The great love affairs are often about mystery and wonder. In Space seemed intuitively aware of this approach and poetry,
Texas born Frost According to Uncut Magazine is ' a cult country chanteuse.' . This was right down my cul de sac before I even started listening to the record. By the end I was magnetised. Fabelhaft !!!!
I have just started the first track and am already thinking the same! Wish I had come across her in the 90s, she would have been right up my street. Thanks Bruce!
ReplyDeleteIt's really sweet isn't it Darren. Sometimes I wish I could stop this blog and listen to records properly. Again and again and appreciate them properly. But I've set up this routine. It's the bloomin' Pequod. Thanks once more for the support,
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