It’s about the hour for this fifteen year-old bottle of single malt. To lie on the floorboards – the corner with the stereo speakers comes highly recommended – and whilst plugged in to this burnished liquid high, I’ll listen to every Led Zeppelin studio album in chronological order, inserting a sentence or two every five minutes into this here repository of online thought. A case of sharing the insight, in real time. Musical wisdom strafed randomly across this filament of gaps and stars. Drink, Comrades, and make merry, for tomorrow the sky may fall, and we’ll all find ourselves Gulag-bound on the next shuttle to the Polaris system.
And on second thoughts, I’ll spare you the introverted pisshead diatribe. We all know how it plays out when alcohol and air guitar hold sway, and besides, the first Led Zep record is the best.
Elsewhere on the stereo, and the very first Comet Gain record I stumbled across was the Réalistes album from 2002 – their fourth, which presents a large number of questions about just what I must have been doing in the preceding years to have accrued such fucking ignorance. Noisy and energetic this band is, but kind of clever in their application of indie sentiment. Garage references, shoegaze implications, poppy in parts. Twee and grinding in equal measure… unless you prefer blues-influenced Black Country metal, in which case it’s about the hour for this fifteen year-old bottle of single malt…
Comet Gain / Ripped-Up Suit