It's been a dark week. Glasgow School of Art on fire and fascists celebrating victories in Europe.
William Basinski - Melancholia I
The feeling of looking up at the Mack's charred walls and skeletal windowframes.
Bob Dylan - The Ballad of Frankie Lee and Judas Priest
It's not a house, it's a home
Vashti Bunyan - Lately
Been working a few nightshifts. This is what I play quietly for myself in the wee hours.
Add your footsteps to the wear
For a tiny dent in every stair
Will let them know that you’ve been there
Kent - Svart Snö
Have not been a fan of Kent's turn towards Depeche Mode-synths, so was surprised to feel the new album creeping under my skin lyric by lyric...
Och det här är ingen mardröm, det är ingen fas
Det här är nåt som händer varenda dag
Det känns som om vi vaknat plötsligt i någon sorts skymningsland
Vi är levande döda, stapplar fram hand i hand
Och alla här vill leda men vi följer ändå blint
I ljuset från små skärmar kryper rädslan långsamt in
Bill Withers - Hope She'll Be Happier
Snapped up from
James Blake's mix at BBC.
Maybe the lateness of the hour
Makes me seem bluer than I am
Maybe we'll just power through. Like we always do.
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