What an incredible coincidence it is that our moon fits exactly over the sun. Talk to astronomers and they’ll tell you that Earth’s moon is relatively much bigger than any other round any other planet. Most planets, like Jupiter and Saturn and so on, have moons that are tiny in comparison with themselves. Earth’s moon is enormous, and very close to us. If it were smaller or further away, you’d only ever get partial eclipses, bigger or closer and it would hide the sun completely and there’d be no halo of light round the moon at totality. This is an astounding coincidence, an incredible piece of luck. And for all we know, eclipses like this are unique. This could be a phenomenon that happens on Earth and nowhere else.
Iain Banks – Transition
We’re beginning to establish the global credentials of shoegaze. Locked in orbit, the shadow of a Ride or Chapterhouse 12” cast wide upon the vista beneath, the spindle hole an aperture through which a single shard of sunlight splits the sky like the awkward metaphor this is rapidly becoming. Are the rumours correct – that a previously undiscovered tribe recently found clinging to an obscure Antartican ridge, and with no recourse to the outside world, shocked anthropologists by a long-standing worship of binary deities John and William Reid? Probably.
Below the words: Karate Free Stylers. Originally from a city in north-eastern Poland, they’re impossibly young and intriguingly worth a repeated listen. I really dig the texture to this track; the long, long lead in that never overstays its welcome, the distortion highly restrained… until at the minute mark the narrative forces itself against the ears with a savage grip, psychedelic yet totally enthralled to momentum. In fact the only issue I have with this is the band’s god-awful name (although from someone who’s insistent that Venue Closed For Private Party is the zenith of band nomenclature, I wouldn’t listen to me).
Karate Free Stylers / At Least We Are Able To Breath