Experiments whilst listening to the The Mission back catalogue.

From a haze of early-nineties ennui. Hair grown long, getting stoned to Ommadawn by Mike Oldfield with a girl who should have known better. Snakebite and black: £1 a pint in the biker bar (although they’ll throw you out should you be wearing your dog collar; the studded one, complete with lead), and the playlist, … Continue reading Experiments whilst listening to the The Mission back catalogue.

Gold Gather Rust: Carved In Sand By The Mission Revisited

Many posts hereabouts take as a reference point the relationship between listener and song (or collections of song, if you’re being pedantic). It’s because certain records exist as a constant. Shadows, presences, background radiation – individual filaments of songcraft that engage in some kind of chemical reaction whenever they connect with individual perception. Residues are … Continue reading Gold Gather Rust: Carved In Sand By The Mission Revisited

Out Of The Blue

Hitting the sad part of the story. The novel’s false crescendo. The restrained, synthetic tears, the soundtrack cranking up towards something, anything. Probably a record ill-suited for any occasion. Something embarrassing, something mired in its own strain of self-obsession. “Into The Blue” by The Mission springs to mind. I might play that later. Alcohol and … Continue reading Out Of The Blue