'I'm bored. I'm the chairman of the board....'
Boredom is ultimately the most compelling thing. How can we best occupy the still and static moments. Our vacant moments on the planet. Certainly a pertinent thing to ponder on as I make my way through a dreary January Friday, my lessons and ablutions and potentially a train back to the Arctic wastes of the North if Storm Goretti will allow me.
Dry Cleaning's third album Secret Love accompanies me as It Starts With a Birthstone 2026 officially commences. I'm not sure I'll hear a better record all year. I'm sure plenty of platters that matter will come along and supplant this in my affections but it's a great start and we're not yet at January 10th.
Jagged guitar. Sprechgesang the current Post Punk Plat Du Jour. Dry Cleaning our comfortable in their quotidian recklessness and studied vigour now. It seems to me they're the maverick middle distance athlete. Steve Ovett coming off the bend in an Olympic Final and into the final strait with the pack chasing. Lengthening stride to power away from flailing also ran Eastern Europeans clinging on for bronze. Blowing kisses to his beloved as he breasts the tape.
Occasionally the boredom factor strikes the listener on Secret Love . But then a thrilling vista drops into view. This strikes me as one to learn and maybe not sing so much as mutter under your breath. We're off! Here comes February before you know it. See you at the barricade babe !
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