Fuck The Dream. Marry for the love and not the money.
I sense a spirit of love that infuses the music with soul and self-expression. And if you think this description suggests a kitsch twee puke-fest, then I’d have sorely done the depth and strength of their music an injustice.
Lykke Li – Wounded Rhymes (Atlantic)
The kitchen-sink clattering of Youth Novels has been replaced by enormous thunderous drums, multi-tracked heavenly choirs, and melodies that come in great trembling reverberations.
Song of the day – 306: Anne Clark
Been posting up a fair amount of French coldwave from the early 80s. Seems only right to post up its British equivalent.
