Inferno

The long awaited new Boards Of Canada album- Inferno- came out a month ago. I've been meaning to write about it ever since. Sometimes in the ever increasing velocity of the modern world there is a temptation or urge to comment immediately, the post a review or hot take RIGHT NOW! and I think I've been trying to fight that with Inferno, subliminally maybe, and give it time to soak in and see what I make of it not on the day of release but a month later. It's very much an album that is designed as an album, with a theme running through it, to be taken in one sitting. 

There's been a thirteen year gap between Inferno and its predecessor, 2013's Tomorrow's Harvest. In that time the BoC duo have had a lot of time on their hands to work out their next step. That thirteen year gap has coincided with a lot of things happening on the geopolitical scale and while Boards Of Canada may not be overtly political they have absolutely made music that reflects the modern age. An audio mirror, transmitting the unease and disquiet of the 21st century and steeped in hauntology, voices from the 1970s and 80s repurposed. Public information films. Waco and David Koresh. Ecological disaster. Promised but undelivered futures. False memories. Childhood. Our culture's fixation with both nostalgia and modernity. 

Inferno is all of this and more, the soundtrack to societal collapse. There are muffled, hip hop drums, woozy synths and sounds that could be My Bloody Valentine's guitars taped and sampled from a transistor radio. Backwards sounds and static. Music for the half world between dreaming and being wake, the feeling that you've dozed off with the late night 24 hour news playing. Organised religion is on their minds too. 

In Age Of Capricorn a voice from American TV reads out nonsense as a synth pattern wobbles away. Another voice comes in, 'I see you!' it says, 'Come into my heart, save me!'. On Naraka the synths and chords are urgent, the title music to a dramatic current affairs news programme announcing the apocalypse, modular synth notes blurred with South Asian singing and a low growl. Chords that nod to late 90s/ early 2000s Warp. The BoC pair have pulled Naraka out of the fire, a track to stand alongside their best. Naraka is Sanskrit for Hell. 

Inferno is four sides of vinyl, seventy minutes and eighteen tracks long. It's a whole piece not a collection of tracks. You could argue it's a bit too long but it's an investment- you have to see it through and although there may be a couple of missteps, it's rewarding and illuminating. It's not cheery- the track titles alone give you an idea of what to expect (Memory Death, Blood In The Labyrinth, All Reason Departs, The Process). Nothing quite does what you expect it to- they are masters at jarring sounds, melodies suddenly leaping out of the blue, repeating for a few seconds and then vanishing, drum tracks that are slightly off or that hang around for an irregular numbers of bars. Wrongfooting the listener is all part of the experience. 

Dark, gloomy, intense, the sound of a world burning- Inferno is all of these things but at the end there is some light with the two minutes and thirty nine seconds of I Saw Through Platonia, a calming, ambient haze, gently shifting synth sounds and a faint pulsebeat, the sound of human life continuing. It may not be saying 'don't worry, everything's gonna be alright' but it does offer some relief, a counterpoint to the malaise and just maybe the promise of better days (or at the least the soundtrack to drift off to as the ship goes down).

 

Monday's Long Song

Love Cry is nine minutes and fourteen seconds long and not a single second of it is wasted or superfluous. The long drone intro, interrupted eventually by some off kilter computer sounds flitting in and the thrum of bass, set up the remaining eight minutes. The drums kick in after a minute, rattling and urgent, there are synth squiggles and a three note refrain and after four minutes a vocal, a female voice fed through some kind of FX, intoning 'love cry'. The voice and synths get more and more mangled, the drums and patterns looped and repeated, the musical equivalent of a Möbius loop. Kieran breaks the whole thing apart eventually, the loops collapsing into each other and then a gentle ending, the calm after the storm. I have many favourite Four Tet tracks and Love Cry is absolutely one of them. 

Love Cry

An Hour Of Balearic Beats

Today's Sunday mix comes courtesy of Leo Mas, a veteran of Ibiza in the 80s, a DJ at Amnesia from 1985 onward and one of the pioneers of what became known as the Balearic Beat. Leo has done a 1987 mix, an hour long set split into two halves and out digitally and on cassette (for the genuine 1987 experience). 

It covers all the ground you'd hope it would, the anything goes, freewheeling spirit that he and Alfredo and others found in Ibiza and played in their sets- the ten minute sampler at Bandcamp bounces out of the speakers with The Woodentops and Why Why Why and from there heads into anything and everything Leo fancied playing that had a beat- EBM (Front 242's Join In The Chant), proto- house and techno, Belgian New Beat, goth synth pop and electro and more. 

You can get The Dark Side (Irriverent Mix) at Bandcamp. There are two ten minute previews. The whole hour long mix can be found if you click buy. 

Oblique Saturdays

A series for Saturdays in 2026 inspired by Brian Eno and Peter Schmidt's set of cards, Oblique Strategies (Over One Hundred Worthwhile Dilemmas). Eno and Schmidt created them to be used to unblock creative impasses and approach problems from unexpected angles. Each week I'll turn over an Oblique Strategy card and post a song or songs inspired by the suggestion. 

Last week's Oblique Strategy suggestion was Revaluation (A Warm Feeling)

My responses was Saint Etienne's revaluation of late 90s/ early 00s pop into their 2021 album I've Been Trying To Tell You (with Jane Weaver on board on remix duties) and Taking Heads way back in 1978 with New Feeling. 

The Bagging Area community came up with these: Walter with The Beastie Boys and Paul's Boutique; Ernie with Van Morrison's Warm Feeling; Rol and The Smith's Paint A Vulgar Picture; Al G and The Avalanches; Chris with Killing Joke; and Ardliz with a twenty minute Julian Cope extravaganza, Planetary Sit In, that you should know if you don't already...

This weeks' card says this- Make a blank valuable by putting it in an exquisite frame

This is the first time I've turned an Oblique Strategy card over and felt that maybe Mr Eno and Herr Schmidt are taking the piss a little. 

Maybe it's time for this...

Eno Collaboration (Remix)

Half Man Half Biscuit back in 1997 on their voyage to the bottom of their road.

'Brian's not at home, he's at the North Pole but if you'd like to leave a weird noise'

Going back to the card and the suggestion that I make a blank valuable by putting it in an exquisite frame made me think about sleeves and artwork, pop music presented as high art- the Pet Shop Boys have been doing that since the mid- 80s but I wouldn't call their music blank, defitnely not the imperial phase they went through from '87 to '92. 

Che Guevara and Debussy to a disco beat...

Left To My Own Devices 

I wondered about bad music in good sleeves and, I suppose, the idea that Eno and Schmidt are hinting at; re- framing nothingness as a masterpiece. 

Talking Heads (them again) final album Naked came in a sleeve that played with this idea, a painting of a chimpanzee holding a flower with a heavy gilt frame around it, as if taken off the wall of a gallery. I don't think making Naked was a particularly happy experience for the band, they all knew they were splitting up. Guest stars abound- Mory Kante, Wally Badarou, Kirsty McColl and Johnny Marr among a cast of dozens. On (Nothing But) Flowers Marr plays genuinely brilliant, inventive African hi- life guitar, freed from straitjacket of The Smiths to do whatever he wanted. Meanwhile David Byrne sings about nature reclaiming the cities, a Pizza Hut all covered in daisies...

(Nothing But) Flowers

In 1971 Bob Dylan presented his masterpiece, a song that first appeared on an album by The Band, Cahoots, and then on the second volume of his Greatest Hits (a very odd selection of songs sequenced strangely too in a will this do? sleeve). 

When I Paint My Masterpiece

It's a typically laid back early 70s Dylan song, something quite ordinary in a way- ordinary for him I mean, it's not what I'd describe as blank but equally it's not the match of the songs from his 1964- 1966 purple patch and it's not a Blood On The Tracks song either. Having said that it's vivid and fully realised and streets ahead of some of the stuff he put out on Self Portrait. 

It was a song that Dylan discarded and then went back to, reappearing in his Never Ending tour setlists. When asked about it in an interview in 2020 Dylan said this-

'It's grown on me... I think this song has something to do with the classical world, something that's out of reach. Someplace you'd like to be beyond your experience. Something that is so supreme and first-rate that you could never come back down from the mountain. That you've achieved the unthinkable. That's what the song tries to say, and you'd have to put it in that context. In saying that, though, even if you do paint your masterpiece, what will you do then? Well, obviously you have to paint another masterpiece'. 

Feel free to put your own responses to Make a blank valuable by putting it in an exquisite frame in the comment box. 

White Gardenias In Your Eyes

I've been enjoying Thurston Moore's 2020 album By The Fire recently, a double vinyl nine track record. Four of the tracks are really long- Breath is over ten minutes, Siren over twelve, Venus thirteen and Locomotives over sixteen. Around these lengthy guitar and electronics with voice songs are some shorter ones. Deb Googe plays bass ad ex- Sonic youth drummer Steve Shelley appears on Breath. Side One has two superb songs- the second is Cantaloupe, a heavy guitar tune with sludgy riffs and psychedelic fireworks, Thurston singing like it's late 1969, coming back to the refrain, 'white gardenias in your eyessssss'. Thurston's guitar solo is totally Hendixian. 

Before that is By The Fire's opening song Hashish- a slow burning introduction to the sound of the album, Television guitars and Black Sabbath riffing, more than a dash of Thurston's ex- band Sonic Youth and nicely ragged, drawled vocals.  

Hashish

Hashish is partly inspired by Arthur Rimbaud's 'derangement of the senses' and partly by Thurston's desire to present love as a narcotic state of being. 'Smoke it and see', he advises. 

Three years before By The Fire Thurston released Rock n Roll Consciousness which was led by the song Smoke Of Dreams. 

Smoke Of Dreams

Two guitars, one spindly and Sonic Youth- esque, the other a Neil Young style topline. Steve Shelley is there on drums again and Thurston sings softly. It's got a studio jam looseness, sounds live and like it was done in one take, Thurston drifting back through four decades of music making, sifting through the embers. 

Andrew Weatherall died in February 2020. Not long after a series of YouTube playlists came to light, Andrew's late night song selections, known as The Black Notebooks. There's a comprehensive post about them at Ban Ban Ton Ton. One of the songs in one of Andrew's black notebooks included was Smoke Of Dreams. 

The Mountain

Gorillaz released their ninth album back in February, a fifteen song set called The Mountain. It's a concept album, like all Gorillaz albums are, but this one's about death and grief and the question of what happens next. The two human mainstays of Gorillaz, Jamie Hewlett and Damon Albarn, lost their dads within a week of each other while they were in India working on the album. Damon wanted to include Indian singers and musicians- Asha Bhosle (who has since died) appears along with Asha Puthli and Anoushka Shankar. Some of the album was recorded in Mumbai, Rishikesh and Jaipur and the Indian strings and classical instruments are all over the album and very affecting. 

The album was also recorded in London and Florida and there's a slew of guests with Johnny Marr playing on several songs and Idles and Sparks turning up. Once Damon started writing the album it struck him that if the songs were about death and loss, then some of the vocals should be provided by previous Gorillaz guests who had since died. He went back to the tapes and found vocals that hadn't been used on earlier songs, vocals by Mark E. Smith, Dennis Hopper, Trugoy The Dove and Bobby Womack. (Damon didn't get all the deceased contributions he wanted- Lou Reed's estate denied permission, Lou's dying wish was that there be no posthumous releases, Terry Hall's vocals had been wiped and MF Doom's had already been used elsewhere by Danger Mouse). Tony Allen appears as does rapper Proof. All these dead guests found their way into new songs, the voices reincarnated into new songs. 

It's supposed to be heard as a single album, a full piece rather than cut up into digestible chunks to backdrop perpetual doom scrolling. Like all Gorillaz albums, some of it hits and some doesn't. At times Damon's electro- pop smothers the Indian instruments and there's a lot of stuff going on- as ever in Gorillaz world there's a lot of content. But there are several songs that are very good and rather affecting. The opener, The Mountain, is based on an Indian folk song Albarn heard at Rajasthan and reworked with the Hindu Jea Band Jaipur in Jaipur. It's a lovely song, the Indian melodies and instruments doing their thing with Dennis Hopper's voice in there too. This eight minute cartoon segues The Mountain with The Moon Cave (with Bobby Womack and De La Soul's Trugoy) and album closer The Sad God and is a good snapshot of the album. The animation is a joy too, Murdoc, Noodles, 2D and Russel in Disney Jungle Book style.

Last weekend Gorillaz played some stadium gigs in London. This photo turned up on Johnny Marr's social media him and Paul Simonon on stage together, side by side on guitar and bass. A dream guitar- bass combo. 

Johnny and Paul appear on one song on the album together too, Casablanca. It doesn't sound much like either man's former bands, with little trace of either The Smiths or The Clash in it. Johnny's way with a chord sequence is right there though among Damon's electro-pop and enervated vocal, the drum machine pushing away and a choir of voices ascending. Along with a few of the other songs on The Mountain, there's something about it that I find quite moving. 

Casablanca

City Red Hot

Even typing is hot work at the moment. I'm not one to moan about hot weather, we get precious little of it in the north of England and once a year go abroad seeking it, but it does make doing everyday things difficult. As Lee Scratch Perry noted in 1977, city too hot.  

City Too Hot

Lee's solution was to go 'go cool out/ upon the hill top' which makes perfect sense especially when chanted over the top of one of those spacious, otherworldly rhythms he conjured up in the Black Ark in the 1970s. Eight sweltering minutes of dubbed out rhapsody. 

In 1990 Mark E. Smith set his sights on British people in hot weather. We're not really prepared for it are we? One hint of sunshine and there are men walking round with their shirts off, moorland fires started by people with disposable barbecues and an array of milk bottle legs and hastily dug out shorts. 

British People In Hot Weather

The song turned up on the B-side of Telephone Thing. Mark clearly found it all too much. 

'British people in hot weather/ Fill green envelopes and send them to you/ On train ride remarks tracks/ Play Walkmans loud behind you/ Demonstrate on Oxford Street/ About what the hell they couldn't tell you.... 

...people in shorts drunk before you/ Beach wailing Wapping/ His armpit hairs are sprouting/ Designer tramp goes grrrrr/ Looking jolly from Stoke as he walks through/ And makes up titles like this to order/ They're well off their trolley/ Smoking like a chimney/ The spectacles stared out/ British people in hot weather'.

In 1993 The Fall and Lee Scratch Perry came together with The Fall's Why Are People Grudgeful?, a splicing together of two Jamaican singles, Lee's 1968 single People Funny Boy and Joe Gibbs' answer record People Grudgeful. Mark took lyrics from both and combined them as the then current version of The Fall cooked up a post- punk/ alt indie skank.

Why Are People Grudgeful?

Nuclear Summer, Blame And Crunk Funk

Our accelerated 21st century post- Brexit and climate change culture continues. Keir Starmer resigned yesterday morning, his support rapidly shriveling up like that tomato I left on our garden table last night.Two years ago he was a new Labour Prime Minister with a huge majority in the House Of Commons and seemingly a mandate to bring in change. Now he's gone, widely reviled for reasons that aren't entirely clear- his vibe was off *. He was unable to communicate the good things this government have done and doubled down on the bad by, say, arresting hundreds of pensioners for protesting. In the end a huge parliamentary majority that should have given him the freedom to govern for five full years has to be tempered by the fact that he won only a fifth of the electorate at the 2024 general election. The big win two years ago was a Get The Tories Out vote in reality.

Sincerely, I hope Andy Burnham can galvanise people and turn things around. He's a genuinely popular figure (at least round here he is- and there aren't many of mainstream politicians with genuine popularity), has a relatable personality and a back story as Mayor of Greater Manchester that works. He needs to present some policies soon that hit the spot. There's no doubt the familiar right wing media will swing into anti- Burnham mode quickly.

Meanwhile we're baking under temperatures that are entirely beyond the average. Trump's view of Starmer's failure was that he failed on immigration and energy (Open North Sea Oil!' he typed, a view which is part of the problem). I hope his reflecting pool continues to filled with algae.

Some new music to soundtrack societal collapse. First, Daniel Avery remixing Fluke's Atom Bomb, a breath of fresh apocalyptic air- gorgeous synth chords, rattling drums, whispered vocals and big rumbling bass. The Nuclear Summer remix has Avery proving once again he's a master of this kind of thing, ambient techno and rave dynamics. Fluke are mining their back catalogue for updated versions and modern remixes with more to come. Music to soundtrack the shadow of the mushroom cloud. 

Second is OBOST, otherwise known as Bobby Langfield, a young man making music beyond his years. His newest track is Blame, four minutes of dancing synth melodies, the thud of the kick drum and a woozy vocal. In the the second half of blame the energy levels rise, arpeggios and piano blasting out while the voice carries an Arthur Russell- esque feel. Blame (JAB) strips the track down, more acidic, abstract and distorted. Blame is at Bandcamp for less than the cost of two pints of milk. 

Thirdly, Secret Soul Society have a two track EP out this Friday, a collaboration with Flash Atkins, that is aimed squarely at summer dancefloors even if dancing this week is likely to bring on heat exhaustion. Crunk Funk is lighter than air and loose at the seams, breathy and fresh, a lovely groove and insistent chords with a distant vocal. Sunrise, sunset- either will be improved by Crunk Funk. Get it at Bandcamp. 

* There are reasons: he didn't bring enough change quickly enough for people's liking; he was poor at presenting policy and telling a story; he was blank and flat when speaking in public; he U- turned several times which looked weak; some of his policies seemed to hit people Labour should be supporting; he lost left wing support to the Greens due to his pursuit of Reform- friendly policies; he made the disastrous Mandelson appointment; he became a lighting rod for right wing Facebook group politics (the Save Our Kids, flags and hotel mob, the 'two tier' policing critics, the free speechers who want to be able to promote racist views in public with impunity, the far right echo chamber that view him as a communist, the daily battering from the Express and Mail, The Telegraph and The Times). These things come with the territory but the hatred and venom people have for Starmer is a little bizarre.

Monday's Long Song

Justice Tonight/ Kick It Over was The Clash's first full on experiment into dub, done in Wessex studios in London while mixing London Calling (they recorded their cover of Willie Williams' Armagideon Time on 5th November, bonfire night). The two halves are two separate dubs of Armagideon Time, spliced together into one eight minute long slab of righteous Clash dub. 

Justice Tonight/ Kick It Over

Justice Tonight starts with Mickey Gallagher's ghostly organ and then the skanking rhythm with Strummer in the distance, 'A lot of people won't get no supper tonight/ Justice tonight'. The band sound superb, Topper's drums and Paul's bass to the fore and Mick learning the ropes at the production desk with Bill Plant and Jerry Green engineering and mixing. There's some liberal application of space echo and FX, Joe and the instruments dropping in and out and then the pause at four minutes ten seconds as we segue from the first half to the second, from Justice Tonight to Kick It Over. 

The Kick It Over dub goes further, the bassline pumping and a melodica carrying the tune all the way through to Joe's on mic shout of, 'OK, OK, don't push us when we're hot', a response to Kosmo Vinyl intervening as the band strayed over the two minute and fifty eight seconds mark. Joe and Kosmo had agreed that the band shouldn't go beyond the three minute mark on any songs, hence Kosmo's interruption, and Strummer barked at him as the band were smoking and in the groove- the shouting voices and fireworks going off all adding to the fun. Kick It Over drops out to leave just two piano chords, fading. Magnificent.

Thirty Minutes For The Summer Solstice

A thirty two minute mix for the summer solstice, the longest day and the shortest night. Here in the north west of England sunset will be at 9.42 pm, at which point Monday morning will be encroaching a little but it'll well worth sitting out in the fading light, making the most of it. This mix, a blend of ambient and trippy wonky acid house, might make a decent half hour soundtrack to any gnostic solstice ceremony you may wish to perform. 

Summer Solstice Mix

• A Winged Victory For The Sullen: Every Solstice & Equinox
• Arrival featuring Kevin McCormick: One (Solstice Mix)
• Manfredas: Meshuga
• Rich Lane: Solstice (12" Instrumental Mix)
• Sheila Chandra: Raqs (Zillas On Acid Mutation)
• Julian Cope: Head (Long Meg And Her Daughters Mix)

Every Solstice & Equinox is from A Winged Victory For The Sullen's 2021 ambient masterpiece Invisible Cities. The Brussels duo made the album to score a ninety minute theatrical version of Italo Calvino's 1972 novel of the same name, premiered at Manchester International Festival in 2019. I didn't go. I didn't even know about it. I should have and wih I'd gone because the album is stunning.

Arrival's 12" One/ Common Place came out on Before I Die in Janaury and I'm going to keep mentioning it here throughout the year because it deserves to be widely heard. Arrival are from Stockport. Kevin McCormick is a veteran Manchester guitarist now resident south of the city where it becomes fields and lanes. The Solstice Mix of One is an ambient glide with Kevin's guitar playing drippled like musical honey.

Multi Culti is a abased in Montreal who have released several compilation EPs under the name Solstice. Multi Culti Solstice I came out in 2021 and featured Manfredas, Red Axes, Tyu and Zillas On Acid. The text that accompanied the first Solstice EP said 'post- pandemic lockdown inspiration can be found in the great planetary balancing act that has taken place since a cataclysmic impact with an asteroid caused mass extinction and set our earth's orbit off axis'. The solstice and equinox series of releases are delivering 'sonic support at peak moments of cosmic significance'. Which as sleeve notes go is better than just, 'we'd like to thank our partners and the record label for their support'. From Solstice I I've chosen Manfredas and the wonky, otherworldly Meshuga and from Solstice II Zillas On Acid's Arabian flavoured acid freakout of Sheila Chandra's Raqs. 

Rich Lane's Solstice EP came out in June 2020, a slo mo chuggy dub disco treat that came in four versions. Get it at Bandcamp. 

It didn't seem like a Solstice mix would be complete without Julian Cope's involvement. The Long Meg And Her Daughters Mix of Head came out in 1991, a remix by Hugoth Nicolson. Long Meg herself is pictured at the top of this post, photographed when we visited in the summer of 2020. The track and this mix both come to a very sudden stop. 

Oblique Saturdays

A series for Saturdays in 2026 inspired by Brian Eno and Peter Schmidt's set of cards, Oblique Strategies (Over One Hundred Worthwhile Dilemmas). Eno and Schmidt created them to be used to unblock creative impasses and approach problems from unexpected angles. Each week I'll turn over an Oblique Strategy card and post a song or songs inspired by the suggestion. 

Last week's Oblique Strategy suggestion was Ghost echoes.

It led me to Patti Smith's book about her young life with Robert Mapplethorpe and to Circle Sky's Ghost In The Machine. The Bagging Area Oblique Squad struck gold with Ghost Box and Dudgrick Bevins, Clientele, Lee Perry and Mouse On Mars, Model 500, Prince Far I, The Specials, Blur and Screaming Soul with Adrian Sherwood. Thank you Chris, Ernie, Rol, Khayem, Mr Ed, Al G and Ghostly Liz. 

Here's some Prince Far I from 1976, echo laden dub produced by Joe Gibbs in Kingston, Jamaica.

Under Heavy Manners

Today's card is this- Revaluation (A Warm Feeling)

A revaluation is to take something and increase its value, to reassess the value of an asset. In 2021 Saint Etienne took some samples from a specific time and place- late 90s and early 00s UK the first term of the Blair government- from a variety of unlikely and uncool sources- Honeyz, Natalie Imbruglia, Lighthouse Family, Tasmin Archer, The Lightning Seeds and Samantha Mumba- and made a concept album about memory, loss, nostalgia for the recent-ish past, a life before the social media age. Was it really a golden age? Saint Etienne seem to be asking or is it a trick of memory? I'm not sure they answer the their question. All the song were named after race horses that won on the day of New Labour's 1997 election victory. Pond House, Little K. Penlop. Broad River. 

Whatever we may think about the good things Tony Blair and the Labour government achieved in their first term- and there were many achievements- they pissed it up the wall with the invasion of Iraq and every time now Tony Blair opens his mouth his utterances surely cause an angel to die. 

Saint Etienne's album played around with all of these things and had a sense of melancholy about it but Pete and Bob really wrote some tunes as well, laptop beats, off kilter loops and samples, found sounds and modern 21st century production. Blue Kite takes ages to build, loops and woozy synths, the dull thud of a kick drum- a revaluation of late 90s/ early 00s pop and urban sounds into something ethereal and dreamlike. 

Blue Kite

Penlop sampled Joy by The Lightning Seeds, Ian Broudie's CD age stadium indie- pop revaluated into woozy, gossamer ambient pop. A remix EP (available only from Rough Trade I think when buying the album back in 2022) further played around with the source material- the samples and the Saint Etienne songs with Vince Clarke, Daniel Avery and Jane Weaver providing the revaluation. Jane Weaver's slow motion ambient/ folk is a low key marvel. 

Penlop (Jane Weaver Remix)

'The name of this song is new feeling... and that's what it's about'...

New Feeling

True Colours

Mike D's return to action has been one of 2026's genuine highlights, three songs out so far, a short run of gigs recently (including one in a bingo hall in North Shields near Newcastle) and an appearance on Jools Holland last weekend. The singles/ songs started with Switch Up, a frenetic uptempo number, and continued with the Beastie sounding rap of What We Got and then the rattly sci fi funk of True Colours.

All three have the inventive energy of classic Beastie Boys, only one of the three voices obviously, but that adventurous, a million ideas a minute spirit is resent and correct. The music comes as least partly from the band 5D, his two son's group. True Colours is very much a band song, a psychey blur with Mike's vocals on top. 

Jools Holland's Sunday night music programme Later... continues. I haven't watched it regularly for years but Mike D being on it piqued my interest. Here he is with the band, all in red tracksuits, doing Switch Up, blurring boundaries and hopping across genres with ease...

This is What We Got, heavy distorted guitars and synths/ FX and loads of Space Echo unit mayhem...

Mike agreed to be interviewed too talking about his return, the imapct of Adam Yauch's death, time, his sons Davis and Skylar and the band 5D, New York in the 70s and 80s and his return to the live stage. Mike's album Thank You is out at the end of August and I'm really looking forward to it. 

Stretford Hopping

This is a bust of John Rylands, a Victorian entrepreneur and philanthropist who lived between 1801 and 1899. The bust is in Stretford Town Hall- a friend had an exhibition of her print making art there recently. I saw Rylands in the foyer, peaking out modestly from a sideboard. He moved to Manchester from Wigan in 1823 and opened a warehouse for his textiles business. Textiles made Manchester. John settled in Manchester and set up his home in Stretford (a mile up the road from us in Sale). In the middle of the 19th century Stretford was a village near Manchester. Now it's very much South Manchester suburb. Maybe Stretford's most famous son is Morrissey who grew up on King's Road and kissed under the iron bridge that now crosses the Metrolink line. 

John Rylands did a lot for Stretford- he paid for the Town Hall, a swimming baths, a library and a coffee house. The Town Hall and library still exist though the baths have gone. There are several coffee houses but possibly not the one Rylands paid for. When he died his widow Augustina paid for a permanent memorial to her late- husband, the famous neo- gothic John Rylands library on Deansgate.

Down Chester Road towards Sale is Stretford Mall, formerly Arndale, currently in the process of being demolished and the town centre rebuilt and regenerated. Stretford Arndale had some rather nice late 60s features, a top deck with a sweeping staircase but 60s modernism is not fashionable and many people did not love the Arndale. In 1971 Muhammed Ali visited Stretford Arndale, promoting Ovaltine at the Tesco supermarket . 

Ali caused such a crowd to turn up and the crush of locals to get so excited about seeing the three time heavyweight champion of the world, in Stretford Arndale!, that he had to be rescued by police. This picture shows Ali retreating from the baying hoard who wanted a glimpse of the great man and some free Ovaltine. Ali is on the right, his head visible as he backs into a corner between stacks of tinned goods. 

The southern end of Stretford was once surrounded by fields and known as the Garden Of Lancashire due to the amount of farmland producing food for the county, vegetables and a large pig market (and copious quantities of Stretford beef- rhubarb). Now the southern end of Stretford is a busy road system overlooked by Stretford Tower, Isaac's favourite building, which I pass every day going to work and which often makes me think of him. 

This potted history of Stretford is a long winded way of getting round to this- tonight at Head, a former branch of Barclays but now a really nice bar, Martin and myself are representing The Flightpath Estate live on the decks, an all vinyl set, from 8.30pm until 11. There is a regular Thursday night slot, Club Solo, which goes out as a livestream on Solo Stream and in person live from Head once a month. Club Solo was born out of lockdown by Stephen Mollynoodles and the archive of previous nights is here. I think you can watch it live and join in on the chat, watching us mess up the transitions and heckle us from the comfort of your front room. Or come down and do it in person. What else would you be doing tonight? Watching Switzerland play Bosnia-Herzegovina while waiting for news from the Makerfield by- election? 

Andy Burnham for the win eh?

Martin and myself will be playing our usual eclectic smorgasbord of dub, Balearic, leftfield indie, Weatherall remixes, Joe Strummer B- sides and maybe some oompty- boompty music for the last hour. 

Mango Street

Mango Street is a largely instrumental version of Island Hopping from Joe Strummer's 1989 solo album Earthquake Weather. It came out on a one sided 12" in October '89, tropical flavours and catgut guitars with spoon percussion. I love it. When I played it at The Golden Lion last September Martin asked, 'what the fuck am I supposed to follow that with?!'. 

Coney Island Baby

Last year I had an intermittent, year long Lou Reed solo career project. In January 2025 I bought a copy of Berlin second hand for £5, an album I owned on cassette in the late 80s but hadn't heard for ages. Not long after I chanced upon a copy of Lou's self- titled debut. From there I zig- zagged through some of his 70s and 80s, buying albums on second hand vinyl as and when I saw them- this took me to Transformer (which I already had), Sally Can't Dance, Street Hassle and then 1982's The Blue Mask at which point I ran out of steam (and if I'm honest enthusiasm- diminishing returns kicks in during the 1980s until 1989's New York). 

A few weeks ago I was in a second hand record shop and flicking through the racks found a copy of Coney Island Baby, cheap and in good condition. Coney Island Baby came out in 1975 on RCA, Lou in the midst of a settled domestic situation with his partner and muse Rachel, a trans woman. The album is a well produced, rich sounding set of songs, a love letter to Rachel and to Coney Island (as I understand it, the Blackpool of New York). The album sounds rich, professional musicians playing in an expensive studio, well arranged songs with crisp, full bodied production. At the time, some critics sniped at it, Lou gone a bit soft, Lou losing his revolutionary self, Lou sounding like The Eagles. Soft rock Lou Reed. They have a point but fifty years distance has also added to Coney Island Baby especially in the context of some of what came later. It's not Berlin but it's not Mistrial either.

There are eight songs and they veer between sublime and ridiculous. It's a Lou Reed solo album- these became the parameters fairly early on. A Gift is ridiculous, Lou singing that he's a gift to the women of this world, over plodding mid- 70s rock. It may be tongue in cheek. It may be deadly serious. Charley's Girl is good, taut and funky, Lou at his speak- singing best. There's a six minute version of She's My Best Friend, a Velvet Underground song that at that point wasn't officially released and wouldn't be until 1986's VU. It's a decent version, some nice spiky guitars and vocals, but if you've heard The Velvets' version first then your palette has already been spoiled. 

Ooh Baby is a rocker, a song for Rachel and a real highlight, lyrics about topless dancers, Times Square, massage parlours and fluorescent lighting, and then a chorus of 'ooh baby ooh baby ooh baby ooh ooh ooh' and later 'ooh baby ooh baby shake your bones now mama ooh baby ooh baby walk it'. It's prime mid- 70s Lou Reed. 

Coney Island Baby ends with the title track, doo wop vocals and laid back guitar rock, Lou singing of the glory of love and how he just wants to play football for the coach (the coach was 'the straightest dude I ever knew', Lou explains). The song gathers and Lou explores friendships, two bit friends, how different people have peculiar taste and that 'the glory of love might see you through'. The backing vocals swell, the guitars squeal and Lou sings of being with his Coney Island baby (Rachel) and how he'd give the whole thing up for her. 

Coney Island Baby

A Walk Across Town

Walking through town recently- we always call the city centre of Manchester town- I came across three music- related artworks that caught my eye. This flyposter for the Massive Attack and Tom Waits single Boots On The Ground on Whitworth Street, posted onto the building which used to have the nightclub The Venue in its basement. The song caused a sensation when it was released back in April, Waits singing from the point of view of a US soldier, a grunt, cannon fodder for foreign wars. 'How much does every soldier weigh?', he/ the narrator asks at one point. I posted it back then but make no apology for its re- appearance so soon after. 

The soldier/ Waits rants about the politicians who send him to war, 'Federal pricks/ Hiding in the senate like a bloated ass tick/ Air conditioned fuckstick loafers/ Sitting in a room of army posters'. In the end the soldier kills 'a brown man' and all they found was his boots on the ground. It's powerful, visceral stuff. 

It's coming out on vinyl, £25 for a 12" single, which is somewhat expensive. On the other hand, it's one of the songs of the year so far. 

Up on the elevated tram station Deansgate Castlefield I saw this piece of graffiti, a local artist's tribute to Gary Mani Mounfield, the much loved and much missed bass player of The Stone Roses- 'I wanna be adored... RIP Mani'. 

I Wanna Be Adored opened the band's debut album, first heard by fans back in early May 1989- a long slow FX and feedback intro and then Mani digging out that bassline. Squire's guitars trickle in and when Reni kicks in on drums we're off, the late 60s re- figured for the late 80s with a huge dash of Roses arrogance. 'I don't have to sell my soul/ He's already in me', Ian sings softly, 'I wanna be adored'. By the time the song winds down four minutes later many of those new listeners were already in deep, a new favourite band.

I Wanna Be Adored

I walked a different way to the pub I was heading to, dropping behind G-Mex and heading up a back road behind the Great Northern Goods Warehouse and to my left was this huge mural, Gorillaz v MCR. Damon Albarn's crew played the Co- op Arena back in April and this piece of paintwork was done to coincide, a history of Manchester from the Roman settlement of the 1st century AD to the arrival of Gorillaz in 2026, sanctioned and approved by Albarn and Jamie Hewlett and done by artist SketchMcr. 

Three Gorillaz songs selected from my hard drive. The Speak It Mountains is from 2010's The Fall, first released as a download only release. The track is various speaking voices and FX, Damon indulging his experimental side. 

The Speak It Mountains

Mick Jones appeared playing guitar on two songs on The Fall, one of which was Amarillo (recorded in Amarillo, Texas, in October 2010). 

Amarillo

Damon Albarn's talent isn't in doubt. He can write and he can sing- he can irritate too sometimes but this is one of those songs where he really hits the spot and finds an emotional connection out on the road in the vast open spaces of the USA. 

The Gorillaz mural has an excerpt from the song Dare (from Demon Days, released over two decades ago now, in 2005), the memorable line provided by Happy Mondays/ Black Grape vocalist Shaun Ryder, 'It's coming up/ It's coming up/ It's dare'. 

Dare

Monday's Long Song

Mid- June brings more treats from Sprechen, this week in the shape of Richard Norris remixes of Birds Of Pandæmonium, a track called Days Go By. Indeed they do- it seems like only a few weeks ago it was the New Year and now we're almost half way through the year. Last July I was standing photographing this church in Ypres, my last school trip at my old workplace, as the evening sun hit it and that doesn't feel like it was eleven months ago either. 

But, back to the music, Days Go By comes with four versions, two remixes- a vocal and a dub of each. The Rooms Of Percussion Mix is long and low slung, a chuggy monster with a bassline that writhes and buckles, some tripped out FX and a reverb drenched vocal. Slo and lo psychedelic cosmische that sounds like it would have fitted perfectly in an Andrew Weatherall DJ set a decade ago. 

The Stripped Mix is every bit the equal, trippier too with backwards parts, FX spiraling round, a nagging thudding rhythm and guitars. Dark dub disco, ideal for mirrorball situations. All four versions can be bought/ listened to at Sprechen's Bandcamp. 

A Mix For Eliza

It's Eliza's birthday today. She arrived in the early hours of 14th June 2003 and turns twenty three today. This has been causing some distress- Isaac was twenty three when he died in November 2021 and in a week's time she'll be older than he ever was. It's a strange thing to get one's head around and has brought some emotions to the surface. In the years since he died we've made a thing out of the number twenty three. We've all got a 23 tattoo and it's has become a way we jointly remember him. I still spot 23s out in the wild all the time. This was the table we sat at recently, in a busy pub, the only one with seats left...

Birthdays have been tough since he died. I know I always find them tough, another anniversary to get through, another date he's missing for. Eliza's twenty third birthday has stirred a lot of grief related stuff up and these are things which I've learned you just have to go through, you have to feel the feelings and accept it for what it is. 

We're immensely proud of her and everything she's done and we will be celebrating today, just in a slightly different way from usual. 

This is a thirty minute mix of songs for her twenty third birthday. There's plenty of other music she likes but these are some of the ones that have become jointly ours.

Eliza's 23rd Birthday Mix

• The Stone Roses: Mersey Paradise
• The Charlatans: Can't Get Out Of Bed
• Ride: Cali
• New Order: Sub- culture (7" Version)
• Oasis: Supersonic
• The Kinks: Misty Water
• Half Man Half Biscuit: The Light At The End Of The Tunnel (Is The Light Of An Oncoming Train)
• Cheryl Cole: Fight For This Love

Mersey Paradise was the B-side to She Bangs The Drums back in 1989, when The Stone Roses were on their ascent and I was nineteen/. It's her favourite Roses song, one that we've sung along to in unison umpteen times in the car. The Mersey isn't far from where we live, we walk on its banks often. Upriver in Chorlton is where Ian Brown and John Squire lived when they wrote the song, maybe inspired by walks through Chorlton Ees and the water park and beyond that Didsbury where I grew up. Downstream it ends up in Liverpool where both she and I went to university, several decades apart. It's a been a constant presence in our lives in a way I only really realised while writing this. She missed The Stone Roses reunion, she was a bit too young and only really became interested a little later, something I regret a bit. 

We played North Country Boy at Isaac's funeral and it still retains a lot of power of as a song. I took Eliza to see The Charlatans a year ago at Castlefield Bowl and when they played it we both started sobbing. It's acted as a gateway into The Charlatans for her though and she has several of their songs on one of her playlists, often coming on straight after Mersey Paradise. Just When You're Thinkin' Things Over is one and their 1994 single Can't Get Out Of Bed is another. The album it's from, Up To Our Hips, got a bit of a mixed reception at the time- their star had waned a little in the press- but it sounds like a fine album today. 

Cali is from Ride's 2017 comeback album Weather Diaries, a gorgeous guitar song with end of summer lyrics and feel.It was one of the songs that got a lot of time in the car when we went to France in summer 2017, a long drive down to Messanges on the Atlantic coast near Biaritz. 

Sub- culture is one of those songs that cut through for her. I'm not sure where it came from- I've played it and many other New Order songs since before she was born so maybe it just seeped in by osmosis. There are various versions. My favorite is the Lowlife one but the one here is the 7" version from 1985, remixed by John Robie. 

Supersonic was Oasis' debut single back in 1994 back when they were just five likely lads from Burnage. Oasis are part of Eliza's generation's firmament, and last summer's re- union gave a lot of young people a chance to see them they wouldn't have had otherwise. We were going to go to Gallagher Hill last summer when they played Heaton Park but the Sunday evening when we were thinking about it it began raining heavily and we thought better of it. Probably should have gone- if you avoid doing things outside in Manchester due to rain you'd do very little. Supersonic is a blast, phased guitars and splintering notes over that early Oasis rhythm and a load of half- nonsense rhymes and typically Gallagher arrogance- 'I need to be myself/ I can't be no-- one else'.

Back when Eliza was much younger and going to dance classes every Tuesday night I'd take her and her friend Emma in the car, drop them and then an hour later pick them up. One of the routines of young children. For some reason, Misty Waters became a song they started singing along to, and it became an essential part of the Tuesday dance drop routine that we played Misty Water, the pair of them singing/ shouting along to the chorus. A 1968 hidden Ray Davies gem later covered by Billy Childish. 

Another car song from pre- teen years, The Light At The End Of The Tunnel (Is The Light Of An Oncoming Train), is a Half Man Half Biscuit classic, one of their greatest moments. We'd all sing the breakdown, anticipating it from the start of the song- 'No frills, handy for the hills/ That's the way you spell New Mills'. Imagine our joy when we did this actually driving through New Mills. 

The line about Eyam is evidence of Nigel Blackwell's genius- 'We both grew up in Eyam/ And strange as it may seem/ Neither of us thought we'd ever leave'. For the benefit of non- UK readers, the village of Eyam is in Derbyshire and had an outbreak of Bubonic Plague in the 17th century. Rather than risk spreading the plague the villagers sealed themselves in, an act of self- isolation that confined the disease but led to the deaths of 260 residents. 

Cheryl Cole's Fight For This Love sticks out like a sore thumb in this mix but back in 2009 when she was six it was the first pop song she really connected with and I clearly remember downloading it for her and burning it to CD. 

Happy birthday Eliza. X

Oblique Saturdays

A series for Saturdays in 2026 inspired by Brian Eno and Peter Schmidt's set of cards, Oblique Strategies (Over One Hundred Worthwhile Dilemmas). Eno and Schmidt created them to be used to unblock creative impasses and approach problems from unexpected angles. Each week I'll turn over an Oblique Strategy card and post a song or songs inspired by the suggestion. 

Last week's Oblique Strategy suggestion was Emphasise difference.

I responded to this with Iggy Pop's journey from 1973 to 1977, from Death Trip to Lust For Life and with The Clash who went from White Riot in 1976 to Death Is A Star in 1983. 

Someone pointed out this week when commenting on the race riots in Southampton and Belfast that they didn't think this was the kind of White Riot Joe Strummer was talking about which is indeed true. Joe would have been appalled by the rise of far right politics in the UK. But I digress...

The Bagging Area OS squad came up with some great replies emphasising difference- Martin Carthy covering Slade, Nancy Sinatra and Lee Hazlewood's very different voices, Thomas Dolby and Prefab Sprout, Talk Talk, Cindytalk, Rodney Allen's Happy Sad, Paula Abdul and a cartoon cat...

... Elvis, Propaganda, Donny and Marie Osmond, Tonio K, and Boogie Down Productions. Thanks everyone- Chris, Walter, C, Khayem, Ernie, The Swede, Jase, Al G, Rol and Beerfueled as ever for your considered contributions.

This week's card says this- Ghost Echoes.

Just a few days before I turned the card over I finished Patti Smith's memoir Just Kids. It was published in 2010 and I've no idea why I only got a copy recently but I'm glad I did. It's a beautiful, powerful and poetic account of her relationship with Robert Mapplethorpe. Patti promised Robert she'd tell his story as he lay dying from complications due to AIDS. She attempted to do this with The Coral Sea but was often unable to get through a reading of the poem. Twenty years after his death, she felt able to write their story down. Her use of the written word is beautiful, as you might expect- she's a wordsmith if nothing else. The book is gripping, open and honest, with versions of their two childhoods and then their chance encounter in New York. She writes about her move to New York as a nineteen year old, an intense and slightly damaged young woman in love with Arthur Rimbaud, inspired by The Doors and Bob Dylan. Her early life in the city is a life of penury, of living hand to mouth and sometimes sleeping in doorways. Eventually she meets Robert (he rescues her from a predatory middle aged man who has taken her out for a meal and now expects something in return) and they live together as lovers and as artists, a completely bohemian life, inspiring each other. Robert is clearly struggling with his sexuality during this period and eventually they split but remain together. Their move to the Hotel Chelsea and the people they meet there changes both their lives and their relationship and their art. Just Kids tells their story up to the release of Horses, Patti finding her calling as a poet and then merging poetry with rock 'n' roll- and then to Robert's death in 1992. 

The copy I have has extra material at the book, and Robert Mapplethorpe's ghost is present there in photos and drawings, in poems and art. He haunts the pages as he undoubtedly still haunts Patti. In a sense though, in the pages that make up the bulk of the book, the story of Robert and Patti, he is very much alive; she brings him (and a lost world, New York in the late 60s and early 70s) to life. In the book, after speaking to a very ill Robert on the phone in 1992, a conversation she knows will be their last, she wakes up a few hours later and intuits his death.

Land (Part One: Horses Part Two: Land Of A Thousand Dances)

There is no shortage of songs with the word ghost in the title- step up The Gun Club, Andrew Weatherall, The White Stripes and Tegan and Sarah, Fine Yong Cannibals, The Fall and R. Dean Taylor, Daniel Avery, Broken Chanter, The Jam, Reverb Delay, Kristen Hersh, The Orb, Burning Spear, The Replacements, The Vendetta Suite,  Denise Sherwood, Hollie Cook, Trentemoller and The Style Council among others.... on and on we could go. 

This 2019 song from Circle Square though seems the one that has both ghosts and echoes contained within, Richard Norris and Martin Dubka's Ghost In The Machine,  a voice trapped inside a machine, echoing on and out for as long as the machine is plugged in.

Feel free to drop your own Ghost echoes into the comment box. 

Multiforms

Marconi Union's new album Multiforms: Ambient Transmissions Vol. 3 comes out today, six pieces of deep ambient music, each around eight minutes long, that form a single whole, each track merging itself into the next. The long slow opening into Multiforms I, drones and sound gently building, breaks at five minutes with a wordless voice and synths sounds that bend towards the light, a gentle ascent. Multiforms II drifts in with the sound of wind and then synth tones. The beatlessness and weightlessness continues as II segues into III, a movement with a piano line taking the lead, rising and falling over the drone. 

IV picks up and a rhythm kicks in, not a drum but something approaching a pulsebeat that propels us forwards, arpeggios gradually pulling clear of a distorted fuzz. Insistent and hypnotic. Multiforms V has layers of sound, more drones, an electric bass possibly, an oscillating topline and then a clear and rich ringing melody line, coming from I think a clarinet. The final part is VI, a return to blur and haze, ringing drones and long keening notes, Marconi Union bringing us through to the end slowly and a gentle, slightly melancholy conclusion. Trip over. 

The album is available at Just Music along with much of the rest of their back catalogue. There's a full length visualiser of Multiforms Vol. 3 to add to the immersive experience, the visuals to accompany the audio.

This is last year's Marconi Union album, their twelfth, Fear Of Never Landing- another full length immersive deep listening experience, very much an album to unplug from the world and surrender to for the time it plays.  

World Cup Theme

I wrote this post out and then nearly deleted it last night- well, most of it, I'd have left the music in, two tracks at the bottom of the post both named World Cup Theme. It seemed unnecessarily gloomy and a bit of a rant. What's the point in moaning about an international sporting tournament? If you don't like it, don't watch it, I told myself. I barely watched any of the last one, a one- man boycott that had no impact on anyone but me. 

The World Cup starts today, Mexico playing South Africa in Mexico City at 8pm our time. I'm struggling to find much enthusiasm for it. Once upon a time the World Cup seemed to have a magic of its own, players you'd never see on the TV, exotic sounding Brazilian players with one word names (Zico, Eder, Socrates), world class players appearing on our televisions in kits you only saw in photos in magazines- the specific blue of the Italy shirt, Brazil's dusty yellow, Argentina's blue and white stripes with black short and socks, Peru with a sash across the front of the shirt, Belgium, Denmark and the Netherlands. Foreign players and national sides were a rarity, a once every few years treat. By the time of the USA '94 tournament we might have seen the top Italian sides play on Channel 4 on a Sunday afternoon but there was a scarcity to the World Cup that gave it a lustre, an experience no other sporting tournament offered. 

That special nature and a sort of vague purity that the World Cup had- no transfers, no money splashed buying the best players, sides made up of just those players who happen to have been born in the same nation state at around the same time- has been completely sullied by modern day FIFA. The 2018 World Cup was in Putin's Russia (he'd already annexed Crimea by this point). The last one was in Qatar, stadia constructed using modern day slave labour. This one is in Trump's USA as well as Canada and Mexico. The 2034 one is in Saudi Arabia. It's seems like FIFA are deliberately awarding the World Cup to authoritarian states. I look forward to China and North Korea co- hosting in 2038. 

FIFA's man in charge is Gianni Infantino, the man who gave Trump a specially created, just- for- him, FIFA peace prize to make up for those nasty people at Nobel not giving him theirs. Not long after he started bombing Iran. He's still at it, no closer to peace than he was in February. Sepp Blatter was a truly awful FIFA president but at least his only fault was he was on the make, taking backhanders for votes. Infantino makes Blatter look like a model leader. 

The ticket prices in the US are sky high, reflecting apparently the dynamic pricing model of the US sports market. They're having a half time show in the final. They've prevented some members of the Iranian squad and a Somali referee from entering the country. ICE will be present at the matches. They've expanded the tournament to forty eight teams which looks likely to increase the number of meaningless group stage matches, Infantino labouring under the illusion that more is better, that bigger is better. Cristiano Ronaldo had a red card rescinded so he can appear in the group stage games for Portugal- a decision made for commercial and television reasons, not sporting ones. 

I could go on. It all seems depressingly gaudy and corrupt, a TV show about a sport, an empty vessel celebrating the worst of the 21st century, late stage capitalism and authoritarian regimes. 

Maybe I'll get drawn in once it starts. 

In the meantime, good luck Mexico! I hope you go all the way, meeting Iran in the final. The thought of thousands of Mexican and Iranian fans celebrating on US soil makes me smile. Highly unlikely of course- underdogs never win the World Cup, it's always won by one of the top two or three sides. That counts both England and Scotland out too I think. 

A few weeks ago my friend Pandit Pam Pam, an ambient/ electronic artist from Sao Paulo, Brazil, put out a track titled World Cup Theme (Goalkeeper)- a lovely, spritely slice of instrumental synth music. You can listen to it here. 

It reminds me of this from 1986, Colourbox's Official World Cup Theme, one that like Pandit Pam Pam's was released to coincide with a World Cup held in Mexico. 

The Official Colourbox World Cup Theme

Let The Music Play

The Coral, the Wirral psychedelicists who have releasing records since their late teenage years in the early 00s are back with their thirteenth album, a nine song album called 388 (named after the Tascam 388 tape recorder they made the album on and also the type used by Lee Scratch Perry at Black Ark). The Lee Perry reference is apt because the first single- Let The Music Play- is a smokey, fuzzy skank, a nod of the pork pie hat to the rocksteady singles coming out of Jamaica in the 60s and to the tunes the band heard at a Wirral Youth club in the 90s. 

Let The Music Play is a joy, an echo drenched rocksteady rhythm and some high pitched harmonies, James Skelley opening the song with the lines,'Play that song again/ The one we used to smoke to/ When we were young'. There are wobbly horns, brushed drums all very natural and easy going. Music made by music lovers.  

The album follows in that feel by all accounts- I haven't heard it yet and it's currently a physical only release but on the basis of Let The Music Play it's gone straight onto my post- payday list of records to buy. 

The last couple of Coral albums have been concept albums- 2021's Coral Island and 2023's Sea Of Mirrors- and both blended cosmic scouse psychedelia with country and folk. Faceless Angel was the first single from Coral Island, Bo Diddley in West Kirby. 

Faceless Angel

Train Dreams And Undiscovered Shores

Secret Soul Society released a new EP two weeks ago on a Madrid based label Rare Wiri. Train Dreams has five tracks. The first, Take Me In, is a lovely slice of Balearic pop with warm padding drums, sunshine synths and a vocal declaring, 'something's happening in my heart'. The title track Train Dreams follows, pulsing Italo disco crossed with Kraftwerk style rhythms and bursts of synth noise and lasers. There's a remix of Train Dreams too by Popsneon which takes the train into cosmic disco territory. 

In the middle of the EP is Everybody Needs A Good Friend, a rather beautiful piece of electronic Balearica. The vocal, just two lines of lyric, might be familiar to some of you. Everybody Needs A Good Friend and the other four tracks on Train Dreams can be found at Rare Wiri's Bandcamp here.

Brighton's Higher Love Recordings have been quiet of late but return to action with an EP by Mass Density Human called The Undiscovered Shore- a trio of tracks based around the idea of coastlines, imaginary shores and the borderlands between sleep and being awake. Do You bumps in with some crashing drums but the synths and piano chords gradually take it to more chilled territories- heavy waves crashing on shores followed by smaller, gentler ones maybe. 

The Body is full of fluid, liquid bass and gently rippling synthlines, a voice occasionally muttering something, like hearing someone when you're half asleep. The Undiscovered Shore is all ambient beauty, layers of drones and notes falling like water droplets, seagulls squawking and then more piano. Another voice, this one talking about rescue, and six very lovely minutes of drift. You can get The Undiscovered Shore here.