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Brain Grass: The State of Things - Reverend and the Makers
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Thursday, 27 September 2007. The State of Things - Reverend and the Makers. It starts with an electronic choir, epic and patronising, some wise words of wisdom, a "little introduction to the state of things". Cheesy drum machine, and then finally kicks in the true appeal of this Sheffield-grown six-piece kicks in: a wonderful, danceable bass. May be disappointed with how much more they sound like an Ian Brown solo outfit here. The Machine", featuring Turner is good; "Bandits" is better, featuring a varie...
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Curious Quill: Clowns
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Tuesday, 21 October 2008. Proof, if it were needed, that the old adage is true. If you don't have anything worth saying, then don't bother writing an article on it in a national newspaper. I am, literally, speechless. Care to divulge which publication you found this in? A rather humorous anecdote, if nothing else. But yes, pointless all the same. Let's just say I found it. at a train station. and it was free. and it was the first newspaper in space. That was so news worthy. Comments are always welcome.
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Curious Quill: It's Only The End Of The World
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Saturday, 11 October 2008. It's Only The End Of The World. Hysteria is a strange creature. It spreads, a virus, infecting everything it touches. A virus, yes, but one that feeds on a conscious surrendering to the apparently inevitable. The most rational mind becomes gripped by the desire to give in and follow those around it as they slip into despair. The nauseating and reassuring feeling of falling suddenly. The human impulse for calamity beyond personal control. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom).
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Curious Quill: May 2008
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Thursday, 29 May 2008. Accuse me if you wish of not understanding the feminine mind, but I reckon there must be nothing as attractive as a man with a head cold. Quite besides the stream of soothing ooze that flees your foggy brain through the scenic route of the nasal passage, there are a multitude of often overlooked aesthetic benefits. Cough enough during the day and you'll undoubtedly start at night. An unhealthy lack of sleep will hollow out your eyes, highlighting bone structure and accessorizin...
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Curious Quill: March 2009
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Sunday, 29 March 2009. The World Was A Mess But His Hair Was Perfect. Take a seat please, sir.". I meander towards the coat rack, shrug my jacket off and in one move swing it round and up onto the hook. I feel my feet slip a little on the thin layer of human hair that lies slick on the tiled floor. The humus layer of the hairdresser's salon. My nostrils wince from the constant sensation of sniffing the tip of a bottle of shampoo. Arms out, please! This is pretty much word-for-word exactly what I have sai...
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Curious Quill: August 2008
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Thursday, 21 August 2008. A purge of thought, emotion and control leaves him shaking, a steadying hand reaching for a towel. Hot and damp, it burns his skin, searing the expression of disgust, and cauterizing the gaping wound in his intellect. He collapses back, breathing deep, feeling the cool air percolate through his nostrils. A reflection catches his eye, an unrecognised figure, haggard, distant and stern. It's lips purse, and then open to speak. Get a haircut.". 1 comments so far, click here!
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Curious Quill: December 2008
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Sunday, 7 December 2008. And so once again that time of year has come. Fairy lights lining the streets, nights closing in ever earlier, and bugger me if it isn't freezing cold outside. Dark in the morning and dark when I leave work, daytime sunshine outside is a tease, taunting me with its warm glow as I sit at my desk hammering away at an icy keyboard as my fingers slowly seize up from the cold. In the evening, why would I want to go outside? The truth of the matter is these games are no more dangerous ...
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Brain Grass: Tilt - Scott Walker
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Wednesday, 5 September 2007. Tilt - Scott Walker. This album from 1995 is a brilliant and daring construction, crammed with fully orchestrated and frequently terrifying song arrangements. It opens with the breathtaking "Farmer In The City", an ode to Italian cultural polymath Pier Paolo Pasolini. Do I hear 21, 21, 21. I'll give you 21, 21, 21. If there is a problem with Tilt. There are few albums quite like Tilt. Then again, maybe I just need to persevere with that one. 12 October 2009 at 14:05.
