Sticking with my Jezebell themed weekend, by happy coincidence one of Jesse from Jezebell's other projects released a new song last Friday and it's quite unlike anything else he's done before- and unlike most other people too. Electric Blue Vision are Jesse and Emilia Harmony and have a couple of releases behind them. This new song- Folklore Rising- is nine minutes long, a song in two acts. The first part is all Medieval folk, Emilia's voice wafting above music from the 14th century, a folk song from before the modern world existed, lute and weird percussion, pastoral sounds. The second half judders into another gear, suddenly transplanting Jesse, Emelia and us into a techno future, a world where Detroit joins the madrigal party. The piano runs at eight minutes are a particular joy. Get it here free or name your own price.
Monday, 17 March 2025
Sunday, 16 March 2025
Forty Minutes Of Jezebell
A Jezebell mix for this Sunday to go with their weekend takeover at The Golden Lion in Todmorden with the emphasis on dancing. Jesse and Darren's music, edits and remixes have been one of post- 2021's joys starting with Thrill Me in November 2021, taking in various EPs and singles, an album and most recently Cream Tease (wordplay and sexual innuendo are a Jezebell speciality. Personally, I'm not a fan of innuendo- if I see one in my writing I whip it out, straight away*).
- Bibbles (Pots And Pans Mix)
- Re- birth
- Perfect Din
- Citric
- We All Need (Jezebell's Ghost Train Mix)
- The Jezebell Spirit
- Darren's Theme
* Thanks are due to Kenneth Williams for this joke obviously
Saturday, 15 March 2025
Soundtrack Saturday
Midnight Cowboy, John Schlesinger's 1969 film, was one of those films that when I was a teen in the 80s you had to watch, one of those 60s and 70s films that were required viewing and would turn up at some point late night on BBC2- along with Bonnie And Clyde, Apocalypse Now!, The Deer Hunter, Taxi Driver, One Flew Over The Cuckoo's Nest and 2001.
Midnight Cowboy is an odd couple film set in the late 60s New York seedy underbelly. Jon Voight plays Joe Buck, newly arrived in the city from Texas dressed in cowboy clothes to find work as a male prostitute. He bumps into Dustin Hoffman's Ratso, a conman and hustler, and they team up, Ratso as pimp. There are unpleasant encounters, unpaid bills, sex acts in cinemas, flashbacks to childhood trauma and Ratso's increasingly poor health. Eventually the pair end up on a Greyhound bus bound for the warmer climes of Florida. Joe abandons his cowboy clothes and hustling dreams and says that when they reach Miami he will get a regular job but by this point, as the bus heads south, it's already too late for Ratso.
The film won three Oscars and the Library Of Congress designated it as being 'culturally, historically or aesthetically significant'. Hoffman and Voigt both became stars. It's got an edge- it's gritty, and unflinching and bleak if ultimately a film about friendship. It strikes me though as a film its unlikely that today's teenagers are watching in the way we were in the mid- to- late 80s.
The soundtrack is as legendary as the film, two songs in particular songs for the ages. Harry Nilsson sang Everybody's Talkin', a 1966 Fred Neil song about escape and leaving the city for a simpler, better life. Nilsson's version, released with the film in May 1969, was the film's theme song, playing over the opening scenes and again at the close.
It wasn't until writing this piece that I remembered that Bob Dylan had been supposed to supply the film's theme song and wrote Lay Lady Lay for it but didn't complete it in time. It's impossible to imagine Midnight Cowboy without Everybody's Talkin', and with Lay Lady Lay in its place.
John Barry wrote and recorded an equally brilliant and beautiful song, the title track, a gorgeous instrumental with the best harmonica part ever recorded snaking its way through Barry's laid back track, the harmonica courtesy of Belgian jazz musician Toots Thielemans.
Friday, 14 March 2025
Over At Ban Ban Ton Ton And At The Golden Lion
I've been reviewing records over at Ban Ban Ton Ton again, Dr Rob's Japan based Balearic and electronic music one stop, most recently on Monday of this week when the newest Coyote mini- album came out. Coyote (Timm and Ampo) have been in a rich vein of form in the last few years, releasing a slew of 12" singles, albums, six track mini- albums, edits and remixes. In May there's the prospect of a collaboration EP with Peaking Lights, a 12" called Love Letters on their own Is This Balearic ? label. In the meantime, hot on the heels of last year's six track mini- album Hurry Up And Live, comes Wailing At The Yellow Dawn- a record which evokes all sorts of things but mainly for me music as a soundtrack to dreaming. My review at Ban Ban Ton Ton is here.
A week before that I reviewed an album by Thought Leadership, an album called Ill Of Pentacles that is about to get a vinyl release on Be With Records. I knew it was familiar and realised while listening to it that my friend Spencer sent me a link to it last year when it was released as digital and on cassette- getting re- acquainted with it second time around was even better. Thought Leadership is a mysterious musician living in Edgeley, Stockport armed with nothing more than a guitar, some FX pedals, a drum machine and a home studio. The music, ten tracks of it, is entirely instrumental, FX affected pieces of guitar music with occasional drum machine backing. It's a wonderful album, still available at Bandcamp. The most obvious comparison in sound is Vini Reilly but other post- punk and indie guitarists are in there too- John McGeoch, Robin Guthrie, Johnny Marr and Maurice Deebank of Felt. My full review is here. There's a second album too, Ace Of Swords which was recorded in the middle of last year, at Bandcamp.
It put me in mind of another Mancunian guitarist whose music I reviewed for Ban Ban Ton Ton, a pair of re- releases from the early 80s by Kevin McCormick together with a new one called Passing Clouds. I wrote about Passing Clouds last October and I didn't share it but you can find it here. This is It's Been A Long Time...
Meanwhile, over in Todmorden at The Golden Lion Jezebell have a weekend takeover, a line up of DJs, musicians and chancers playing on Saturday and Sunday. The DJs are Darren and Jesse (from Jezebell), Jamie Tolley, Martin Moscrop from ACR, Nessa Johnston, Stuart Alexander, Kim Lana, Adam Roberts and FC Kahuna. The musician playing live is OBOST (Bobby Langfield). The chancer is me. I'm on at 4pm on Sunday afternoon, playing after Jesse's afternoon set.
Both days should be great fun, the Sunday session maybe a bit more chilled than the Saturday, it's free all weekend and it'll be great to finally meet Jesse and Darren after featuring so much of their music here since 2021 and only ever chatting online.
Out a couple of weeks on Berlin's Nein Records is an EP by Parvale (Ian Vale and Neil Parnell) with the track Breaker City complete with Jezebell's Nice And Slow Remix, a cut 'n' paste, jerky breakbeat anthem for dancefloor action. The EP is here.
Thursday, 13 March 2025
Midnight Echoes And American Questions
Out on Exeter's Mighty Force label, the home of much high quality electronic music in recent years, is this ten track album from J- Lower. The album is packed with deep, dynamic tracks. It opens in fine style with this one, String Theory, a punchy and powerful acid track that never stops giving.
Vortex is one I keep going back too, more 303 action, busy drum pattern, a squelchy bottom end, the distinctive tink of the electronic cowbell and a mangled snatch of vocal. You can listen and buy here.
M- Paths released two albums on Mighty Force and also have a Bandcamp page adorned with electronic music, not just the optimistic ambient- techno of M- Paths but also Reverb Delay's heavy duty dub techno and more recently a track by a third outfit, Mars Geographical. America, What Have You Done! came out last week, an eight minute reaction to the election of Donald Trump and his first few weeks in office which have upended the international order, sold Ukraine down the river in order to make friends with Putin's Russia (appeasement has some powerful messages for us when the history of the 20th century is taken in to account) and sewn chaos and distrust internationally. America, What Have You Done! samples Trump at the start and then powers into a rolling, throbbing acid thumper with a message in the middle. Get it free/ name your price here.
Wednesday, 12 March 2025
Nobody Loves You More
Here's one to file in the Albums I Missed In 2024 file- Kim Deal's solo album Nobody Loves You More. There's lots to love about Kim Deal- her past playing bass and writing songs in Pixies, The Breeders and The Amps, her Mid- West/ ciggie smoking voice and her all round coolness. On Nobody Loves You More she takes all of this, her alt rock/ indie songs and adds some slightly unexpected flavours, including string arrangements, a horn section and bossa nova. I read some reviews back in November when it was released but didn't go any further and when I stumbled across the title track last week I suddenly realised what I'd missed...
What a lovely song that is. The eleven songs on the album veer lyrically from reflections on her mother's Alzheimer's to the actor Rose Byrne to on Coast, a song written when deep in addiction issues and wishing she could enjoy the simple outdoors joy that the surfers she was watching were having. This song, Big Ben Beat, is more in the vein of some of her former bands...
Playing catch up with the album means that I've had the full eleven songs to digest in one go, a wonderful set of songs with Kim joined at various points by Kelley Deal, Steve Albini (who produced eight of the songs), Raymond McGinley from Teenage Fanclub, two of Savages (Fay Milton and Ayse Hassan) and Raconteur Jack Lawrence.
Tuesday, 11 March 2025
Norris Triptych
Richard Norris is over forty years into a career and life in music and shows no signs of slowing up or losing inspiration. His Bandcamp subscription service pays off every month with the continuation of his Music For Healing series, a long running ambient/ deep listening music monthly release that is specifically designed to help listeners find peace and calm via twenty minute ambient pieces, all recorded live and in one take at 98 bpm. For 2025 the Music For Healing series has moved into oceans. March 2025 release is called Southern Deep and starts out with Mariana trench style depths followed by waves of synth chords. Find it here. It might help deal with the daily madness coming from the USA.
Richard's Oracle Sound dub outlet is up to volume four, an album out at the start of April with three slices of deep modern dubwise sounds released last week. The Oracle series has grown with each album, out digitally and on vinyl, and the latest is no slouch. Connected Dub is fractured, broken dub,slow motion drums and snakey bass and a very messed up vocal. Earthsea Dub goes slower and deeper still, waves lapping on the shores and a melodica wending its way. Flying Crane Dub is my favourite of the three cuts so far, a long sonorous piano note repeating over bass and drums dredged from the depths of the ocean. Oracle Sound Vol 4 is here.
As if to prove he can do any electronic style easily and at will Richard has another release lined up for release next week, this one under the name of Dr No with Una Camille on vocals. Let Yourself Go is four four house, a main room banger with bass and bleeps that force the feet to move and Una's vocals rich and deep delight. Early 90s Manchester- style house music vibes. The EP comes with two Richard Norris mixes and a pair of Leo Zero remixes, one electro and one acidic, that do exactly what they promise, deep and dark fun, the Acid Mix particularly. Get Let Yourself Go here.
Monday, 10 March 2025
Monday's Long Song
Soft Cotton County are from Richmond- upon- Thames and make, in their own words, 'folk music from the future'. In October last year they released an album called 10 Years Of Travel, slow burning, low key dream- pop indie with detours into bossa nova. Last week a remix of the song The Future's Not What It Used To Be came out, a remix by Justin Robertson wearing his Five Green Moons hat. Last year's Five Green Moons album, pagan folk/ dub, was a Bagging Area favourite and Justin's done it again with this remix- slow motion, indie dub stretched out over a very chilled seven minutes and twenty one seconds.
Sunday, 9 March 2025
Forty Five Minutes Of Dub Syndicate
The new Dub Syndicate album- Obscured By Version- has taken up residence on my turntable, nine new versions by Adrian Sherwood of tracks from the 1989- 1996 period, the original tapes redubbed. Style Scott's rhythms remain the centrepiece. Around them Sherwood constructs entirely new versions, the original track sometimes peeking through with classic dub FX bouncing in and out- door bells, lions roaring, bicycle bells, horns, tyres screeching. It's a wonderfully pulled together album, Adrian's tribute to his friend Style who was found dead in his home in Jamaica in 2014.
Style Scott and Adrian formed Dub Syndicate in 1982, Scott having drummed with Roots Radics, Sons of Arqa and Creation Rebel. Fifteen albums followed, most of them on On U Sound and two recorded with Lee 'Scratch' Perry. 1985's Tunes From The Missing Channel, the third Dub Syndicate album, is a personal favorite, one of my favourite dub/ On U Sound albums. 1990's Strike The Balance is not far behind it. With all this in mind, I thought a Sunday mix was in order.
Forty Five Minutes Of Dub Syndicate
- Right Back To Your Soul
- Drilling Equipment
- Hawaii
- Pounding System
- Walking On The Edge
- Out And About
- 2001 Love
- Train To Doomsville
- Ravi Shankar Pt 1
Saturday, 8 March 2025
Soundtrack Saturday
Today's songs come from the soundtrack to the film High Fidelity, released a quarter of a century ago in 2000, the film version of a Nick Hornby novel of the same name. High Fidelity is about Rob Fleming, a record shop owner going through a mid- 90s, mid- life crisis. It's all very of its time, very mid- 90s/ turn of the millennium, Rob a slightly sad soul who can't commit, who deals with life via making lists and tapes, and with crises by re- organising his record collection. When the book became big- and then the film- lots of people assumed that if you bought records and filed them in any kind of organised way, you were a version of Rob. Which maybe some of us are- but also aren't.
Anyway, this post isn't really about High Fidelity, a film which has its moments as any film with John Cusack in will. It's mainly about the band in this scene....
Teasers on social media led us to assume that a Beta Band announcement about a re- union was imminent and lo, earlier this week it happened. A tour of the UK in September and October followed by one in the USA. The scramble to get tickets for the UK dates has been a bit mad but I managed to bag a ticket for Manchester Apollo on 4th October and though it's six months away I'm really looking forward to it. Word has it there will be new music too.
Dry The Rain is on the High Fidelity soundtrack but originally came out in 1997 on their first EP, Champion Versions. The Beta Band sounded so different and so fresh in '97 they became treasures immediately, the melancholic and doleful vocals matched by the inventiveness of the sounds- dub basslines, samples, pots and pans percussion, trumpets, acoustic guitars, a new low key psychedelia for the late 20th century, eclectic but accessible too, experimental but with tunes. Dry The Rain, 1997's best song, floats in, shuffles along, builds beautifully and ends with the chanted vocals' 'If there's something inside that you wanna say/ Say it loud it will be ok/ I will be alright/ I will be alright', the sound of a man trying hard to convince himself that he will be ok.
I saw them in 1999, on what would be Eliza's birthday four years according to the internet, at Leeds Irish Club. I went to review them for a long gone Manchester arts and music magazine. The venue was swelteringly hot, hotter than hot, trousers sticking to your legs hot. The Beta Band were epic, four men with banks of equipment, instruments, amps, microphones and gaffer tape. They split in 2004, three albums behind them and a million pounds in debt. They've all travelled some distance since then. It will be good to have them back.
Another band on the High Fidelity soundtrack, another 90s band combining experimentation and pop and also still touring, are Stereolab.
Friday, 7 March 2025
Faded
I've been enjoying the new album by The Liminanas, the French husband/ wife duo who've released umpteen album since 2010, an exhilarating fusion of French ye ye, psyche and garage rock. On Faded they've brought in a whole raft of guest vocalists- Bertrand Belin, Bobby Gillespie, Jon Spencer, Pascal Comelade, Penny, Rover and Anna- Jean. The songs sound like a French Velvet Underground, the Mo Tucker backbeat and rattly guitars the bedrock for the vocalists to sing above. It's really good fun and shoots by in a whirl, an album that creates its own universe. Back in autumn last year J'Adore Le Monde lit up a grim November, singer Bertrand Belin reminding us of what's worth holding onto.
This one, Degenerate Star, has Blues Exploder Jon Spencer and Pascal Comelade giving twin vocal over the thumping drums and wheezy organ.
And on Ou Va La Chance, Lionel and Marie paid tribute to the late Francoise Hardy with a cover that closed Faded in gloriously romantic style...
Thursday, 6 March 2025
Let The Horse Run Free
Seamus Heaney has been in the air around me recently- an article at The Atlantic by Caitlin Flanagan, our trip to Belfast two weeks ago, Mike Wilson's 100 Poems, and the quote on Heaney's gravestone that inspired me when we were looking for pointers about how to go about Isaac's gravestone ('walk on air against your better judgement'). I bought a copy of 100 Poems second hand, a self- explanatory selection of Heaney's poems chosen by the Heaney family with the plan that I'd read one a day. I haven't started yet, but will soon. It's always interesting when a second hand book comes with a handwritten inscription...
Questions eh? What happened to Sophie and James? Why did Sophie get rid of this book? Or did someone else? If nothing else, it gives the book a life, a past.
By coincidence Mike Wilson's 100 Poems have a new album out. Mike named his musical project after Heaney's poetry collection and, a fellow Irishman, is a fan of Heaney's work. Mike took the 'walk on air against your better judgement' as an inspiration for his music, the casting off of concerns and doubts and just going for it, creating, making music. Last year 100 Poems released three albums, all of which contain some wonderful music, music that lit up 2024- blissed out Balearica, tunes for sundown and sun up, spaced out dub and wide eyed electronic songs. He followed those three with a live album this year. You can find them all at the 100 Poems Bandcamp.
Yesterday Mike put the first fruits of his latest album onto YouTube a song called My Wicked Son, with an album- Let The Horse Run Free- out tomorrow. Not content to stand still Mike's dug out the acoustic instruments, guitars, fiddles and banjo, and taken inspiration from the Old West, an album of electronic beats crossed with country, cosmic/ Balearic Americana. It's also an album that deals with personal issues, stands up squarely to the past, to the black dog of depression and mental health issues. When the album goes onto Bandcamp tomorrow, any proceeds will go to mental health charities, seven songs are infused with Mike's wide screen sound and attitude.
Opener My Wicked Son sets Mike's new stall out- distorted vocals, a backdrop of fuzz and FX, the vocal snapping into focus as the singer tells of being on the road again. Harmonica fades in, a guitar squeals, the singer asks for mercy and the bluesy cowboy stomp kicks in. As the drums kick and pound, a synth appears, a 303 whooshes in, the saloon bar piano player picks out a one fingered melody, everything all at once... a song destined for dance floors.
The album's title track follows, the lonesome wail of a steam train, hand drums and then a slow motion groove with guitars, After the breakdown things go left, the acid and the cowboy yodel playing off against each other, synths building up a head of steam, an eight minute rodeo. Johnny Plays Guitar is a torch song, female vocal and burbling acid house balladry, the Johnny Guitar of the song a nod to the 1954 Joan Crawford film.
She Don't Want Me Know combines a chuggy stomp and echo- drenched banjo and a croaky vocal from an old timer. It comes after The Ballad Of Josey Wales, a song littered with film samples in the way early Big Audio Dynamite songs were. Sister Rave pounds in with thumping late 60s drums and a vintage sounding vocal, the sound of 60s soul crossed with an acidic 303, hands raised in celebration. At the end we left on Big Dub Candy Mountain, the squelch of the bottom end countered by cowboy blues, Mike updating a 1928 Harry McClintock song, the lyrics from the view of a hobo eternally on the road looking for paradise, a song reverberating down the railway tracks from a hundred years ago to now.
Wednesday, 5 March 2025
Barbed, Feathered, Reeled, Skinned, Snappered
Red Snapper have an exciting and busy 2025 ahead of them. The band Ali Friend and Rich Thair started with David Ayres in 1993 celebrate the 30th anniversary of their 1995 album Reeled And Skinned, an album that was one of '95's highlights from Beth Orton's voice on Snapper and the extended ten minute guitar freak out In Deep to the endless groove of Sabres Of Paradise remix of Hot Flush. The re- issue on vinyl and digital is on Warp and expands the album out to ten songs, with the extra track Area 51. The re- issue is out this Friday- find it at Warp's Bandcamp.
Reeled And Skinned's fusion of electronics with live double bass, drums and percussion, guitar and keys/ synth saw them cross between smoked out trip hop, rocking jazz, funk, Afro, surf, dub, sci fi blues and all points in between. They head out on tour this week, starting in Swansea on Thursday and finishing in Glasgow on the 29th March. I saw them at The Golden Lion two summers ago, a venue they're playing again this time around, and they rocked the house, the full band sound bouncing round the pub, Ali's double bass and Rich's drums always leading the way.
They also have a new album coming out in April, Barb And Feather. Last year they released an EP called Tight Chest, four tracks led by a collaboration with David Harrow, the superb dubbed out sounds of Hold My Hand Up...
Those four tracks are going to be on the new album along with four other new ones, recorded by the rocking and raucous Red Snapper live outfit. The breadth and power of the four new songs shows a band not just trading on former glories but in the flow of a creative period, new songs to stand alongside the old ones. Opening track Ban- Di- To is a riot, the sound of 1940s jump blues welded to fuzz guitar, horns and Zoot suits a- go- go, punchy and funky, infectious, pounding rhythms. Tolminka slows things down, basement blues, a cinematic noir sound with echo, sax and spindly guitar. It's followed by Sirocco, the groove coming together slowly, clipped guitar and jazzy percussion and then a wonderful snaking, descending sax line. The EP closes with a cover they played live on the last tour, Bowie's Sound And Vision, the stand up double bass bubbling away, a stew of instruments providing the song's famous melody lines and Ali's vocals playing off against the horns. Lovely stuff. Hear Ban- Di- To and find Barb And Feather at Bandcamp.
As a bonus here's The Thin White Duke, David Bowie himself, in Tokyo in 1990 playing Sound And Vision, teeth gleaming white and hair in a perfect quiff and Adrian Belew on guitar, for the enjoyment of a stadium of Japanese Bowie fans.
Tuesday, 4 March 2025
For Johnny Green And All The Rest...
As has been noted elsewhere the roll call of death has been awful recently, departures of the great and the good on an almost daily basis- Roberta Flack, Rick Buckler, David Johansen, Bill Fay, Gwen McCrae, Angie Stone all gone from the music world. On Monday this week that list was added to by the news of the death of Johnny Green.
Johnny Green was a legend, the road manager of The Clash at their peak, a man who dressed as sharply as the band and who knew what they needed and what was good for them. His book, A Riot Of Our Own: Night And Day With The Clash is perhaps the best book about the band, the one that captures them on the road and in the studio. After hanging up his Clash hat he lived several other lives, a wit and raconteur, for some time the manager of Joe Ely in Texas and was for many years the friend, confidante and manager of the great John Cooper Clarke. When I went to the Apollo in 2022 to see Dr John Cooper Clarke support Squeeze I was as excited when Johnny came on stage to introduce the poet laureate of punk as I was about anything else...
Stay Free (Live at The Lyceum 1979)
RIP Johnny Green and RIP Rick, David, Roberta, Gwen, Angie, Bill and all the others who've gone recently.
Monday, 3 March 2025
Six Thousand
Today marks post number six thousand at Bagging Area, which is a big number which ever way you slice it. To mark this here's something new and rather wonderful from perennial Bagging Area favorites Saint Etienne.
At the tail end of last year Saint Etienne released an album called The Night, a record made for misty dawns and murky autumnal days, for headphones at three in the morning and for losing oneself in. Much of it was ambient and found sounds,along with a wash of synths, Sarah Cracknell's voice occasionally appearing out of the haze, suddenly something sharp and clear. It was not really like anything they'd done before, very much a mood piece, an album that you could play and that would act as background noise, every now and then catching your attention. As it might with the song Alone Together, a guitar plinking into life, a lazy laptop drumbeat ticking slowly away, some chords and then Sarah singing. It was very much the most fully formed song on The Night and even then still a very loose, whispery, gauze- like song.
For the record, I loved the album but can see why it split opinion anong the Saint Etienne fanbase. Now the group have remixed Alone Together, released next month as a four track CD/ digital EP and two track 12". There is a remix each from Pete Wiggs and Bob Stanley (Bob's with Augustin Bousfield), an extended version of the album track and a Cosmodelica remix by Colleen Cosmo Murphy. Bob's remix, the Hove Lawns Sunset Mix, is a thing of beauty, the sound of summer come early, terraces in the Med at sunset, long days and long shadows, a properly Balearic remix. Shuffly drums, clipped guitar, piano, Sarah and at three minutes some horns that parp away just so... the flutter of strings, the gentle throb of electronic bass, Spanish guitar. It's a summer holiday pressed onto black wax. The video was, I suspect, not filmed in Hove.
Sunday, 2 March 2025
Forty Minutes Of Dreams
While searching through my music folders and files recently I was struck by the number of songs I had that have the word 'dream' or 'dreams' in the title. A rich source of songwriting inspiration. They say hearing about other people's dreams is really boring but I don't think that's always they case. My own dreams have become really vivid and at times quite disturbing in the three years since Isaac died (and also since I started taking statins for high cholesterol a year and a half ago). Waking up having dreamed of Isaac, him being there and talking to me, is always a startling way to start the day (or the middle of the night). It takes a moment for me to realise it was a dream and that he's not there. Sometimes that half asleep- half awake state can be really pleasant and attempting to go back to sleep to go back into a nice dream is something that I'm sure lots of us do.
Whatever the reason for dreaming, the brain/ consciousness sifting through stuff and pulling things from the dim and distant past into our sleeping state along with bizarre and random, surreal situations, is a rich vein of inspiration for songwriters- both musically and lyrically. Ambient music often seems like an attempt to make music that can soundtrack dreams. The blur and fuzz of shoegaze and psychedelia likewise. As all this percolated through my head on the road coming home from work one evening last week it seemed that a dreams mix was in order.
- Kevin McCormick & David Horridge: Glass Dream
- Kim Gordon: Dream Dollar
- Spatial Awareness: Dream Food (SA Dub)
- Suicide: Dream Baby Dream (Single Version)
- Lunar Dunes: Pharaoh's Dream
- Ride: Dreams Burn Down
- Mark Peters: Red Sunset Dreams
- Sheer: Mezcal Dream
- Spirea X: Chlorine Dream
- Blade Runner Soundtrack: Deckard's Dream
Saturday, 1 March 2025
Soundtrack Saturday
In 1981 the film Escape From New York depicted a nightmare dystopia where Manhattan had been turned into a maximum security prison for the USA's most dangerous criminals. The film was set in the future- 1997 to be exact. Air Force One had been hijacked by anti- governments fighters and crashed the presidential jet into the borough taking the president down with them. Former special forces agent and current felon Snake Plisken is recruited and promised a pardon if he would go into Manhattan and rescue the president in just 24 hours.
At one point Plisken, played by Kurt Russell, when bargaining about the terms of the deal snarls, 'I don't give a fuck about... your president'. Which, you know, is how many of us feel today. John Carpenter wrote and directed the film,a reaction in some ways to the 1970s and Watergate, a criminal president in the White House and trust in leaders at a low. And well, you know, again, that is how many of us feel today.
The soundtrack was also composed and performed by Carpenter along with Alan Howarth using ARP and Prophet- 5 synths and a Linn drum, as well as more traditional instruments, to get what was in 1981 a futuristic sounding score to go with the visuals and all star cast (not just Kurt Russell but also Ernest Borgnine, Lee van Cleef, Donald Pleasance, Isaac Hayes and Harry Dean Stanton). It gets regular late night repeat showings and I always enjoy it, it stands up well, good fun, gritty and anarchic despite looking a little dated. The soundtrack is early 80s synth heaven.
Escape From New York Main Title
In 2014 Maurice and Charles released a 12" called I, Carpenter, which made liberal use of the vocal samples from the film set to a ALFOS friendly eight minute chug with guitar that sounds like it's come directly from one of Talking Heads early 80s albums- a funky dystopic joy.
Friday, 28 February 2025
Field Of Dreams
I've been excited about this EP for some time and it's finally out today. Hugo Nicolson is the man who learnt his trade engineering at On U Sound with Adrian Sherwood, went on to ably assist Andrew Weatherall on his groundbreaking early productions and remixes, and then produced several of Julian Cope's most significant albums (Peggy Suicide and Jehoavakill). He recently moved home from LA and has got an EP out today on Brighton's Higher Love label, a label that knows its musical onions. Hugo's EP kicks off with his own track, the nine minute extravaganza that is Field Of Dreams. Chanting voices, a big kick drum, tumbling reverb- laden piano, and an amazing snaking horn line, the sound of the souk over a thumping four four. All manner of sonics follow- distorted, buzzing bass, rattling percussion, dancing synthlines... everything swirling around and swaying with those horns and the voices in unison. There's a four minute radio edit which does the job as a taster but you going to want the full nine minutes for maximum joy...
There are remixes, three of them from Bagging Area repeat offenders/ heavyweights David Holmes, Hardway Bros and Rude Audio.
Holmes' remix judders and spins with an energy all of its own, the beats coming on strong and those chanting voices isolated before they're joined by a kaleidoscopic whirl of percussion and sounds, like being trapped on a rotating dancefloor, giddy and heady fun that threatens to tip over into madness. There's a pause at three and half minutes for a breather, a breakdown and some piano but those horns re- enter, summoning you back to the dance. The chanting section at five a a half minutes is equally hypnotic and then the horns work their magic again. A friend's partner said Holmes' remix made her heart race and made her feel a tad anxious and I can see what she means.
The Hardway Bros Cosmic Interpolation Mix sets out as Hardway Bros remixes often do, a cosmic disco drum pattern and Sean's trademark s-p-a-c-e-d production. The chanting voices make an appearance in this remix too as Sean keeps things more linear, a propulsive and driving remix that gets on the train tracks and heads relentlessly across the expanses of the desert with the occasional bleepy breakdown and face melting synth whooshes. Like Holmes' remix, it doesn't do things by halves, both clocking in north of nine minutes.
Rude Audio usually use ten minutes as the standard length for a remix. Surprisingly this one is closer to seven minutes, a blinding dub- dance version with bass that will shake your clothing and rattle your ribcage, synths that ricochet left and right and those chanting voices swirling around while the Arabian horn pulls us back into the dance. The entire EP is a trip, one of this year's best releases thus far, and should be soundtracking many an event. Build it and they will come.
Hugo Nicolson's Field Of Dreams can be bought and heard at Bandcamp.
Thursday, 27 February 2025
Apple Green UFO
Andy Bell's new solo album Pinball Wanderer, his third in recent years, comes out tomorrow. It's been trailed by his cosmische cover of The Passion's I'm In Love With A German Film Star, a cover that has vocals by Dot Allison and guitar by Michael Rother, and more recently by an eight and a half minute track called Apple Green UFO.
Apple Green UFO is a groove, a psychedelic monster, starting out funky and swampy like an offcut from The Stone Roses' Second Coming, but one that outdoes most of the songs that ended up on that album, or the 1990 B-side Something's Burning spliced with Can at their grooviest, with a guitar solo in the middle that is a murky, fuzzed up delight. There's a recurring organ/ horn part that gurgles away too, adding to the fun. Andy says the song started as an acoustic Led Zeppelin groove and then turned into a version of Histoire de Melody Nelson by Serge Gainsbourg. After hitting play repeatedly I can confirm that Apple Green UFO sounds like it does indeed carry the seeds of all these things inside it but still comes up smelling like something new. The album, out tomorrow, promises to be a big part of the soundtrack to spring 2025.
Wednesday, 26 February 2025
We're All Gonna Hurt
This was released while we were in Belfast last week, a new track by Belfast resident and DJ/ producer/ musician/ composer Phil Kieran in his Le Carousel guise. We're All Gonna Hurt is eight minutes of sleek, propulsive, cosmische electronic music, the sound of the future we all imagined when we were kids- pulsing basslines, rippling synths, machine arpeggios, melancholic and blissed out futuristic disco music. The vocals are provided by Jolene O'Hara and Jess Brien. Buy at Bandcamp.
This one came out last year- I missed it somehow- and it kicks hard, 303 driven robotic funk with blank eyed vocals from Cynthia Sley, Out Of My Mind.
Tuesday, 25 February 2025
Between You
Factory Floor are back, expanded to a three piece, the core duo of Gabe Gurnsey and Nic Colk Void joined by Joe Ward and recording with New Order's Stephen Morris in Macclesfield. Factory Flor last released new material in 2018, Soundtrack For A Film, a modular synth workout for Metropolis, the 1927 Fritz Lang film that invented science fiction cinema. The new track, Between You, is an FF tour de force, industrial machine drumming, bleak synths, tumbling percussion and Nic Void's emotionless vocal. It's hypnotic and powerful, warehouse bodybeat party music. The video below was filmed at a live performance in Montreal last year, a blur of movement, limbs and percussion. You can get Between You digitally at Bandcamp (the 300 limited vinyl have all long gone). Hopefully there will be an album to follow.
Back in 2016 Factory Floor released an album called 25 25 on DFA. I loved it, a perfect collision of minimal repetitive machine music, Hacienda beats and stripped back vocals, acid house reduced to its bare bones with absolute precision.
Their 2018 re- imagined soundtrack to the silent film Metropolis is a joy, less mechanical than 25 25, the modular synths bringing a human edge to the machine rhythms. They played it live for the film's 90th anniversary at the Science Museum's IMAX in 2017. This track was a highlight...
Monday, 24 February 2025
Monday's Long Song
A few weeks ago I wrote a post about Lou Reed's solo albums, from his self- titled debut in 1972 through to New York in 1989 and the meandering quality of what Lou released in between those two records. At the time, inspired by a post at The Vinyl Villain about a 1981 Lou Reed best of album called Walk On the The Wild Side I thought I should commit to delving into Lou's solo releases further than I have before and see what I could discover. There is a view of Lou's solo career that there's a lot of duff material, a lot of chaff among the wheat. For every Transformer there's a Mistrial. This deep dive into the Lou Reed back catalogue may take months and may splutter out at some point but I thought I should give it a go and went back in with 1973's Berlin, the follow up to Transformer (I will at some point do his solo debut, the May 1972 album that bombed on release but as I noted last time, included the wonderful Wild Child among its treasures- I don't own a copy of the album yet. I could do it digitally but feel that committing to this Lou Reed project requires the acquisition of vinyl, the format it was recorded to be played on).
I had Berlin back in the late 80s, bought on cassette cheaply in the first flush of Lou Reed and Velvet Underground fandom. My memories of it were pretty scant but had been reawakened by the song from Walk On The Wild Side, How Do You Think It Feels, which is a superb song, a cabaret/ Weimar/ 70s New York crossover with stop- start dynamics, a killer guitar solo and the always arresting line, 'How do you think it feels?/ To always make love by proxy'. Listening again, three and a half decades later, Berlin blew me away. It was intended to be a sixty minute double album with longer versions of many of the songs but RCA pulled the plug on that and insisted it be cut down to a single disc. What was left was a killer ten song album that tells the story of a pair of New York addicts Jim and Caroline and their decline into drugs, domestic abuse, prostitution and suicide. So Lou Reed. Some of the songs, as was the case throughout the 70s, were Velvets leftovers- Oh Jim, Caroline Says II, Sad Song and Men Of Good Fortune were all played live or demoed by the band at some point.
Lou tells Jim and Caroline's story, playing acoustic guitar with Bob Ezrin producing (and the production is uniformly excellent). There are electric guitars, piano, trombones, organs, trumpets and sax, Mellotron, bass by Jack Bruce and a spectral choir. The title track opens with a cacophony of noise, voices, cabaret piano, a mass singing of Happy Birthday and then the song appears, piano notes and lush echo and then Lou, half singing, half speaking of candlelight and Dubonnet on ice, 'oh honey it was paradise'. Lady Day kicks in with organ and drums, the seedy world of Lou, and of Jim and Caroline, brought to life. The sound and music builds on the game- raising drama that Bowie and Mick Ronson brought to Transformer the previous year and takes it into new territory. Men Of Good Fortune and Caroline Says I continue the story, Lou diving into the grime and depression of Jim and Caroline's lives- 'Caroline says that I'm not a man/ So she'll go and get it where she can... But she's still my queen'
Oh Jim at the end of side one is heartbreaking, a five minute song with tumbling drums and squelching organ, droning trumpets and slashes of guitar, Lou singing of two- bit friends and being like an alley cat. It builds into squealing guitars before breaking down in the second half, just an acoustic guitar and Lou close to the mic, singing as Caroline, 'Oh Jim/ How could you treat me this way?/ You know you broke my heart ever since you went away'.
Side two goes further and harder. Caroline Says II is a ghostly starting point, more acoustic guitars and Lou singing softly. The cabaret sound re- appears, as Lou croons for Caroline, 'She's not afraid to die/ All of her friends/ They call her Alaska/ When she takes speed they laugh and ask her/ What is in her mind?' followed by the violence of the line' You can hit me all you want but I don't love you any more', the orchestral backing at odds with the lyrics. The Kids follows, Caroline's children being taken away because 'they say she is not a good mother'. When the sound of two children crying comes in it's too much- the story goes that the children crying were told by Reed and Evrin that their mother had actually left them and they then pressed record. If true, they'd quite rightly be done for neglect and abuse themselves. The early 1970s; they were different times.
The Bed follows, fading out of the ending of The Kids, side two really a side long medley. In The Bed Jim lies in the bed where their children were conceived and where 'she cut her wrists' and Lou sings as Jim, 'and I say oh oh oh oh/ What a feeling' (a line later sampled by A Certain Ratio on their 1990 single Good Feeling). We're deep into theatre and storytelling now, the ghostly choir swirling around a lone acoustic guitar, Jim alone in the apartment, everything lost, Caroline dead. 'I never would have started if I'd known that it would end this way', Lou sings as Jim- but follows it with the emotionally dead Jim singing that he's not sorry that it ended this way. Jim has no remorse.
Berlin ends with the seven minute song Sad Song, the conclusion of the album's tale, Jim and Caroline's horrific story, the song fading in from the choir and FX that swell out of The Bed's ending. Sax breaks in, dancing around quirkily. A bass bumps up and down. Trumpets. Lou singing of a picture book where 'she looks like Mary Queen of Scots', horns parping and drums thumping, the guitar solos and the strings sweep and then Lou breaks into the song's title, utterly dead pan, just the two words, 'sad... song', Jim's lack of remorse and amorality still the centrepiece of Lou's lyrics. Then we are treated to a long, gloriously melancholic but weirdly uplifting fade out, the strings with Lou and the choir, 'Sad song/ Sad song'.
Berlin is a masterpiece. My re- discovery of it recently reveals it as good as anything else Lou Red did post- The Velvet Underground, a fully realised work of art that doesn't flinch from the world it depicts, Lou's songwriting at its best and the production and playing pushing Lou beyond the early 70s guitar rock of his debut and Transformer. It was slagged on release, declared a disaster and panned as depressing. Lou always liked it. He resurrected it in 2008 for some live shows and was asked if he felt vindicated. 'For what?', he replied, never a man to suffer journalists gladly. 'I always liked Berlin'. I don't know yet what's coming next in my Lou Reed solo deep dive but it'll have to be good to match Berlin.
Sunday, 23 February 2025
Five Hours Of Music From Belfast And From Bristol
We had two days and nights in Belfast last week, flying out very early Wednesday morning and returning Friday midday. I'd never been before. It's a great city, we loved our time their exploring the place and while it might be a bit of a cliche to say that the Guinness is excellent, it really is. Belfast has many wonderful pubs in which to try the Guinness, loads of history (the difficult parts of which it doesn't shy away from and which are still part of its present) and lots to do. I definitely intend to go back.
We also missed David Holmes and Timmy Stewart DJing together which took place in Belfast last night. Luckily last week David returned to NTS for his monthly God's Waiting Room show, so we've got that to listen to instead- three hours of sounds starting out ambient and drifty, going cinematic and jazz- ambient jazz in fact- and then veering into psychedelic jazz and all sorts of interesting, superbly well stitched together songs. There's no tracklist available at the moment but you can tune in at Mixcloud.
I also offer you this for Sunday, a two hour mix celebrating the sounds of Bristol courtesy of Nick Callaghan and Love Will Save The Day FM. Nick's put together an all vinyl, two hour celebration of The Wild Bunch, the Bristol collective and sound system from whom Massive Attack emerged. Surface Noise is two hours of Bristol based treasures, the sounds that The Wild Bunch were listening to and playing, the reggae and dub, mid- 80s hip hop, post punk, soul and New Wave sounds that fed into the ether and became such a key part of 90s culture. Find it here. It goes well with a pint or two of Sunday Guinness.
Saturday, 22 February 2025
Soundtrack Saturday
1968 film Bullitt is a classic of its kind, a late 60s crime/ detective thriller with a realistic feel, shot almost entirely on location, with gritty characters, violence, a car chase, corrupt city officials, some very natural sounding speech and scriptwriting, some very outdated attitudes towards the female characters, and Steve McQueen as Frank Bullitt. Most films would be improved by Steve McQueen.
The score by Lalo Schifrin is a massive part of the film too, 60s American jazz that adds an edge to the film but works as a standalone album. Some of the tracks were re- recorded for the album's release, given a more pop feel to aid sales.
Bullitt (Main Title, Movie Version)
Just Coffee wasn't on the original album release but made it onto the expanded edition, a slow and atmospheric musical backdrop to your Saturday morning espresso while you think about the day ahead. Wear the blue polo neck jumper and the tweed jacket over it. Oh, and the brown suede chukka boots...
Cathy, played by Jacqueline Bissett, is Frank Bullitt's girlfriend. Cathy is an architect, a world away from Frank's police work. In one scene they find a young woman murdered in a motel bedroom. 'Frank, you work in a sewer', she says to him. But she's still there at the end of the film, asleep in bed when Frank returns from the finale at San Francisco airport having shot a man dead.
Friday, 21 February 2025
White Fang
Friday's improvisational jazz comes from Bill Frisell, an album from 2004 called Unspeakable which used electronica and samples as a jumping off point, fragments of obscurities on vinyl, and built from there, Bill's electric and acoustic guitars joined by horns, strings and turntables. Not really jazz at all- something else. The guitars on this cross over all sorts of borders and boundaries and the rhythms are all funked up and danceable.
White Fang was a 1906 Jack London novel about a wild dog in Yukon which I read many years ago. London was one of Jack Kerouac's inspirations and Kerouac's friends Allen Ginsberg and Gregory Corso both turn up in song titles on the album (Hymn For Ginsberg and Gregory C). Frisell is a fan of the jazz that the Beat Generation loved and were inspired by, Wes Montgomery et al, and I guess sees his own music as sharing a similar spirit to theirs.
Thursday, 20 February 2025
Someone Who Has Had You On His Mind
My dive back into Bob Dylan's back catalogue took me into the triple CD release The Bootleg Series Volumes 1- 3 (Rare and Unreleased) 1961- 1991, released in January 1991. Across three CDs, presented chronologically, there are fifty eight at the time previously unreleased Dylan songs. Some are offcuts, songs abandoned partway through- in the case of Suze (The Cough Song) because he started coughing. Some are embryonic versions of songs that were finished differently (there are alternate versions of Like A Rolling Stone, The Times They Are A- Changin' and Tangled Up In Blue for example). And some are songs that for whatever reason, didn't make it onto the album that came out of the period of time that Dylan recorded them. There was always a bootleg industry around Dylan, lost and missing songs passed around on illicitly pressed vinyl and cassette. In 1991 Dylan and CBS decided they may as well have a cut of the action (previously, in 1985, with the release of the Biograph box set, eighteen then unreleased songs saw the official light of day). Of the fifty eight songs on The Bootleg Series Volumes 1- 3, forty five are session outtakes for Dylan studio albums including these two which I've been pressing play on repeatedly.
Worried Blues is from an April 1962 session for his second album The Freewheelin' Bob Dylan, Bob playing in the fingerpicking style he used at the time and subsequently abandoned. Worried Blues was written by Hally Wood, a singer, musician and folk musicologist, who was part of the New York folk scene of the 1950s and 60s, and who played with Pete Seeger and Leadbelly. The line 'I'm going where the climate suits my clothes' appears, a line that later on crops up in Fred Neil's Everybody's Talkin' from Midnight Cowboy. Worried Blues is a good song that just didn't make the cut for the album- it wasn't alone, there are a further twenty three songs recorded during the sessions that didn't get onto Freewheelin' also.
This is the song that jumped out at me most during my immersion into The Bootleg Series Volumes 1- 3 is this one from disc 2, a heartfelt and genuinely great 'lost' Dylan song...
There are loads of covers of Mama, You Been On My Mind including one by Joan Baez, various live versions, another demo on piano and a 1970 version with George Harrison playing along, but this is the one, recorded in 1964 during a studio session for what became Another Side Of Bob Dylan. It was written while on tour in Europe after breaking up with Suze Rotolo, probably while on holiday in Greece after a tour of England in May. Dylan's words, five verses each ending with the title of the song, are perfectly weighed and measured, poetic and colloquial-
'Perhaps it's the colour of the sun cut flat
And covering the crossroads I'm standing at
Or maybe it's the weather or something like that
But mama, you been on my mind'
The descending chord sequence and vocal melody are gorgeous, yearning for lost love and maybe containing an admission of responsibility for the break up. It's a truly great Dylan song.
Wednesday, 19 February 2025
Everyday
A couple of weeks ago a friend tipped me off to this single, Everyday, by Celeste, released in January and built around a very recognisable sample, Death In Vegas' Dirge- Dot's ah ah aaah, the guitar and bass. Celeste's voice is a bit special and when the drums kick in halfway through it takes off. The lyrics and Celeste's performance seem to suggest a problematic relationship, everything swirling around as Dirge kicks away behind her. Everyday was first released a year ago as a 7" single for Record Store Day 2024 but is now the first single from what will be her second album later this year.
The song came to me at a time when I was rediscovering Death In Vegas main man Richard Fearless' 2019 album Deep Rave Memory, an eight track album that is a perfect encapsulation of what electro/ dub- techno/ techno can be. It's best heard as a whole, a dark trip, but the title track is my current favourite- kick drum in a shipping container, echo and space, a discordant filter, everything at odds with everything else for a little while and then it all comes into sync and a rippling melody dances on top- a melody that repeats and repeats, then gets replaced by a different one, and then again by another, the bleakly beautiful krauty techno driving onwards for nine, ten, eleven minutes, imprinting itself into your brain.
Tuesday, 18 February 2025
Nowhere
Matt Gunn's latest EP, a three track wonder called Nowhere, came out last Friday. Matt said that while recording it he just 'let all the influences come out and just hit record'. The first track is eight minutes of dub/ shoegaze splendour called Somthing Ain't Wrong If Something Ain't Right, an electronic drumbeat crawl with currents of guitar drippled all over the place, FX and blurred, multi- tracked vocals singing a hymn to a feeling. Eventually a bassline hits. Think Nick McCabe in 1992 playing along with The Orb at an after party as the sun comes up and you're in the right area.
Second track NoWerk takes Dusseldorf as its launchpad, a Kling Klang inspired six minutes of machine music. Again, the vocals are buried in the track, within earshot but almost out of reach. Squelchy rhythms and clean keyboard topline melodies.
The third track is The Third Wave, almost nine minutes long and not a second wasted, more FXed guitars, more shimmering psychedelia in no hurry to get anywhere quickly. Two and a half minutes in drums and electronic strings show up, some electric piano, more sun dazzled guitar lines. Some time spent in ambient psychedelics contemplating... stuff.
Nowhere is here. Highly recommended.
Monday, 17 February 2025
Squire Black Dove Rides Out
The picture above shows Two Lone Weatherdolls. Except they're not alone, they're together, along with a replica of a Lewis chessman from the British Museum and a load of other bits and bobs that fill up the front of shelves in my house. The Weatherdolls are the work of Claire Doll, a teenage friend of Andrew Weatherall. Claire began making them in lockdown in the aftermath of Andrew's untimely death five years ago today. She raffled them for charity. The slightly smaller one on the right, I won in a raffle. The larger one on the left, was won by a friend and then passed to a friend who passed it to me to look after on behalf of the Flightpath Estate (he holds a copy of our album under his arm), to accompany us when DJing (he came to Head in Stretford last July when me, Martin and Dan played there and will make the journey to The Golden Lion for AW62 in April this year).
What Andrew would have made of this is anyone's guess. He was largely I think unfussed by fame. He turned away from the light of celebrity and the greasy pole on many occasions, choosing the road less travelled. He would have chuckled about all of this I'm sure, and been secretly pleased too, the way people have kept his name and spirit alive since that day, 17th February 2020.
His business acumen was fairly haphazard. Recently Lizzie, his partner when he died in 2020 and for the many years before that, said that in 2019 he found an envelope of cash in the studio, the payment for a DJ gig or remix presumably, and said they should 'spunk it on a holiday'. In her post Lizzie added she was grateful for his 'slipshod accounting' and said that we should on this day, 'raise a cup of splosh and a Tunnocks tea cake or two in his honour, play something fitting... and keep him present'.
I know as well as anyone from my experience in recent years that we keep those who have gone alive by speaking about them and by remembering them. This blog has done its best to do that in the years since Mr Weatherall left us. He was an inspiration in so many ways. His loss is enormous and felt daily. Wherever you are Andrew, thank you.
Breakdown (Squire Black Dove Rides Out)
Breakdown was a One Dove single, released in 1993 after a year of record company shenanigans and delays. After his work on Screamadelica Andrew went almost immediately into the producer's role on One Dove's album Morning Dove White (with Hugo Nicolson at his side, his studio engineer and right hand man in those early years). One Dove's album is the equal of Screamadelica, in many ways a more even and complete album. The spacious, dubbed out songs with Andrew's magic FX dust sprinkled over them and Dot's voice on top float by in a post- acid house haze, the sun coming up on the morning after. Sabres Of Paradise were coming into being by the time Andrew worked on Morning Dove White and Hugo's presence was also required by Primal Scream as their on stage, the man who provided the sequencer and sample action, a key part of the Screamadelica live shows. The One Dove tracks are as a result split between those done by Andrew and Hugo and those done by Andrew with Jagz and Gary (Hugo did Fallen and Breakdown, Sabres much of the rest). The Squire Black Dove remix of Breakdown is a lengthy, full on, widescreen Sabres dub excursion, with samples from Exorcist by Shades Of Rhythm, a bass loop from They Came In Peace by Tranquility Bass, a bucket of dubbed out space, rimshots and melodica from Andrew's imagination, and a vocal sample from who knows where- 'against the black blue sky/ The shadow of the dove/ An open mind's excursion... can you remember? The shadow of the dove...'