A moth is sitting there staring at me malignantly as I type this, this is what I am doing on a sunny saturday morning. The moth hasn’t moved for two hours, mind, I haven’t spent two hours typing that sentence, I’m not that good, I guess since there’s light everywhere this moth doesn’t know where to go, I think it’s going to die here.

Never enough excitement in the life of your truthful scribe.

I have plenty of time and the songs below deserve many words, but I am going to save them for flesh and blood people, not that I have seen that much blood, and I know you have it inside too, but this whole computer mediated communication thing can dampen things a bit sometimes, like when you are sitting by your computer on a sunny saturday morning typing away with a moth for company. It’s weird.

Ike Yard- Cherish

Acute Records have released another post-punk proto-EBM jewel, this time by Ike Yard. Ike Yard have that alienated solipsistic confused sound, ‘Not to want to say, not to know what you want to say, not to be able to say what you think you want to say, and never stop saying‘ kind of thing (Samuel Beckett), which of course I love, because I feel like that often, plus most times I just don’t know what I want to say. But that’s too many words already.

I think Chromatics and Liars (via Flux Information Sciences) have listened to this stuff, or perhaps not, they just happen to tune in to the same nocturnal frequencies, people with a weird shine in their eyes, they do.

I think the moth has moved. Perhaps I’m hoping too much.

Allez Allez- African Queen (Quiet Village Project dub)

Quiet Village Project enter the heart of darkness with this throbbing, metronomic dub of Allez Allez’s classic, it just sounds as if they had laid three or four large knives on top of the table and were cleaning and sharpening them methodically, getting ready to go into the abyss to hunt a great beast, you can’t see the blood but you can smell it.

And that’s it, get lost in the pre-apocalyptic heart of these songs and forget about us, the medium ain’t the message.

This is really scary, and very true, just as I was staring at that moth, about to say it still hadn’t moved, it took flight at once and banged its evil-looking body against the window, I jumped from my seat aghast. I think the moth doesn’t want to die here by me. It’s all weird, I better go.