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.
The day was vernal, scoured by a breeze tinted with a faint, lingering warmth. The ridge, a giant fold in the landscape running parallel to the coast for as far as the eye could see, was dotted with pre-historic barrows, the resting place of a warrior caste writ high for birds of carrion. And I … Continue reading Going Down To Alphabet Street: The Most Significant Albums Of 1988
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
…and to what degree said songs were welcomed is lost to posterity. Although there was probably some element of reciprocation, what with something entitled Five Wow Songs Addressed To Boys scheduled to be posted just as soon as I get round to it… The Mission / Fabienne Pompous, overblown, bedecked in chiffon scarves – onstage … Continue reading Dear ____ : Five Wow Songs Addressed To Girls…
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