Each Friday I pick a song–new, old, borrowed, blue–that’s been on my mind and in my ears, and write a short post about it.

This is “Boot and Spleen” by Melt Yourself Down:

I went to see Melt Yourself Down on Wednesday night. They crank out a lot of noise and energy on stage. The jazz/dance qualities that you hear on the recording were driven by a thundering bass guitar sound, drummer and extra percussionist. They veered towards hardcore, sounded sometimes like they were channeling Tom Morello’s guitar through their saxophones, swerved through grime textures and cadences, all while sounding like themselves.

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Each Friday I pick a song–new, old, borrowed, blue–that’s been on my mind and in my ears, and write a short post about it.

This is “Head Over Heels” by Tears for Fears:

A friend of mine was telling me the other day that he’s been listening to Tears for Fears a lot lately, after falling down a 1980s musical rabbit hole on Spotify. I loved Tears for Fears when I was a very young child and they were in the charts, and I still think they’re pretty great. “Head Over Heels” is my buddy’s current favorite, so I figured that was as good a reason to post it here today.

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Song of the Week: “De Futura” by Magma

by Douglas Cowie on 4 October 2019

Each Friday I pick a song–new, old, borrowed, blue–that’s been on my mind and in my ears, and write a short post about it.

This is “De Futura” by Magma:

Tonight I’m going to see French prog masters Magma live. I don’t know a lot about Magma, but my friend Warren knows everything about Magma, and my friend Warren loves Magma, and when your friend loves something that much, you should go along and find out what it’s all about. If listening to “De Futura” makes you want to listen to and find out more about Magma, why not check out Warren’s show on Resonance FM? The show itself is about French underground music more generally, but last week he did a Magma special.

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Each Friday I pick a song–new, old, borrowed, blue–that’s been on my mind and in my ears, and write a short post about it.

This is “Spirit World Rising” by Daniel Johnston:

Earlier this month, the wonderful and unique songwriter and performer Daniel Johnston died. It’s hard to say much more about the passing of someone who made such fragile, beautiful, sad, uplifting music than it’s sad, because it’s sad. Last week I was reading Original Rockers by Richard King, which is a thoughtful and lyrical memoir of the author’s time working at Revolver record shop in Bristol, though in fact, the book is much more than that brief description implies. In any case, the book ends–spoiler alert–thus:

From a recess in my mind that this journey to Revolver had unlocked I heard the opening chords of a song, ‘The Spirit World Rising’ by Daniel Johnston, which I had played incessantly within these four walls so many years before. At that moment I felt that the spirit world had risen in a ghost dance and we were moving together, in time.

Songs and books mark moments in time, but they also move with us, change shape with us, reshape us and our moments in time, as we go, with them.

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