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Friends | Well-Versed
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Music reviews and some poetry too. When she’s not writing stories or running anthology projects, Emily. Updates multiple blogs, crochets, takes photographs, and drinks copious amounts of tea. Here you can find Christian Ashton. On the subject of writing, video game culture, books, and probably some other stuff too. Is a delightful poet and culinary magician, who shares my. Fondness for Marks and Spencer Crunch cereal. Also known as Miss Kingyo, Lum Huey Shan. Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Born in the change.
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[LIVE REVIEW] Foals at Rock City, Nottingham – 12th March 2013 | Well-Versed
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Music reviews and some poetry too. LIVE REVIEW] Foals at Rock City, Nottingham – 12th March 2013. From their very beginnings in 2007, Foals. Have proven that they’re fully capable of holding a crowd’s attention at some of the largest UK festivals. Now on tour again with the release of their third album Holy Fire. How do they hold up at a more intimate venue? I travelled to Nottingham’s Rock City. 8211; one of my most anticipated tracks. A song which was reportedly a disaster the only other time they̵...
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[ALBUM REVIEW] The Raven That Refused to Sing (And Other Stories) by Steven Wilson | Well-Versed
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Music reviews and some poetry too. ALBUM REVIEW] The Raven That Refused to Sing (And Other Stories) by Steven Wilson. The Raven That Refused to Sing (And Other Stories). Is the third solo project from multi-instrumentalist Steven Wilson. Steven Wilson – The Raven That Refused to Sing (And Other Stories). Listen below) starts out with some proper, old-school prog noise. There’s some sweet bass groove that reminds me of. Bassist Chris Squire’s performance in. Mellotron, and some. Grow up to the sounds of.
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In Formaldehyde | Well-Versed
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Music reviews and some poetry too. The covering of eyes. The quivering of lips. The asking: ‘Is it him? I need you to verify.’. But tonight, there’s a stranger. Splayed out upon my table. I pick his brain for answers. Try to read between these. Knife lines for life lines,. For any clues: no signs. Body bags and toe tags:. Meaningless. It is late. I cover his glaze-eyed. Facade, slide him away,. Cold as a kidnapping. Pale, grey. Still. Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Enter your comment here. Born in the change.
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Totem | Well-Versed
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Music reviews and some poetry too. Having rocked on rocky. Roads, stood on standing. Stones and watched the world,. He was whole: a totem pole. Whittled in white wood,. Stained by the bloods of good. He gazed and grazed. The savage lands, keeping. The palms of his hands held. Because I am your maker. And I am your unmaker,. The giver, the taker. And I will be your guardian,. Your sentinel, be hardy, and. Move mountains for you,. That is what I will do. And having halved the hilly. The path from ruin to.
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Poemtrees | Well-Versed
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Music reviews and some poetry too. Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Enter your comment here. Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:. Address never made public). You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. ( Log Out. You are commenting using your Twitter account. ( Log Out. You are commenting using your Facebook account. ( Log Out. You are commenting using your Google account. ( Log Out. Notify me of new comments via email. The MOUTHY Poets blog. Born in the change. RT @ Join Dave.
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The Canal | Well-Versed
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Music reviews and some poetry too. They litter the towpath between Birmingham and Fazeley,. Hung from the hooded neck, swathed in grey Lonsdale, lazily. Drifting past like tabloid tumbleweed. They collect here,. Lingering beneath the bridges, feasting on cigarettes and beer,. Spraying bawdy slogans on the rusted husks of caravans. They are drawn in by the death rattle of aerosol cans,. The noxious scent of tyre-smoke, the uncertainty of whether. To feed the ducks or stone them. They gather together,.
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[ALBUM REVIEW] Echo Street by Amplifier | Well-Versed
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Music reviews and some poetry too. ALBUM REVIEW] Echo Street by Amplifier. 2011 album The Octopus, a double-disc release with two hours of content, was largely heralded as one of the benchmarks of modern progressive rock. Two years on, Echo Street. Is the followup release from Sel Balamir and his fellow band-members. Suffice to say, they have a hard act to follow. Amplifier – Echo Street. The songs on this album take a more leisurely pace than much of what Amplifier have produced before. Opener Matmos.
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[ALBUM REVIEW] All Hail Bright Futures by And So I Watch You From Afar | Well-Versed
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Music reviews and some poetry too. ALBUM REVIEW] All Hail Bright Futures by And So I Watch You From Afar. To those who know them, Belfast-based And So I Watch You From Afar. Are renowned for their distinct brand of noisy, instrumental math-rock. Here I review their third release, the optimistically-titled All Hail Bright Futures. And So I Watch You From Afar – All Hail Bright Futures. The album does not start with the bang that I had expected from the last two albums. Is this really ASIWYFA? I can’...
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Mercy | Well-Versed
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Music reviews and some poetry too. From the window, I stare in dismay. At what the rain has done to my vegetable plot. Nine months toil for a morbid display. Of dead beets, pumpkins edged with rot,. Bloated aubergines, and my best. Cabbage: one huge translucent leaf. Sprawled across the mud; the rest. Shapeless, tinged the colour of grief. I go outside, kneel beside the remains,. Regard the drownyard. I catch sight. Of something more: iridescent stains. Mark the passage of a putrid parasite. Just make a ...
