Tuesday, July 31, 2007  3:21 pm 

Love is a Wolf

So perhaps it is true that our core obsessions are of a darken nature, and concern creatures that crawl and burrow and slide through the skin slip into the bloodstream climb towards the heart which upon their surreptitious entrance swells surrenders infected or explodes in fierce conflagration, sometimes both, but then that’s a description of love unfurling as observed from a dark corner, which at the end of the day is what we are about, love of principles, love of myths, love of music and love, sometimes, of the feelings of melancholy brought forward by plus minus equals, it doesn’t matter, love.

It is one of the big truths of life, and also a source of grief, insatisfaction and sleepless nights, that love is not symmetric or transitive, which constitutes another demonstration of the superiority of computers and other machines over mankind, this weak, inconsistent and smelly species they shall soon be replacing. Sometimes you think of A, and then of B, and it seems in your head that there is no way in which, when facing each other for the first time, sharing a cup of coffee in a terrace overlooking the Parisian boulevards they won’t immediatelly ignite in shared spiritual fire, slide down the carousel of emotions with highlights such as nibbling on hot buttery croissants over the Sunday papers on a sunny winter morning, which if you ask me is as good as it gets in this particular walk of life.

And then you introduce them and, as it happens, A thinks B is a foolish knave and B regards A as an arrogant prick, and both of them conclude you are an asshole WTF go figure, and still they end up sleeping with each other because there’s nothing better to do, Abelardo and Eloisa would be swingers in this ennui-filled society of ours. So don’t make assumptions, and be aware of the risks of playing match-maker, that’s Mr. T’s lesson for the day.

Still we reckon the songs we’re posting today would be very happy with each other, and their children would be pretty and their kittens cuddly. Sad as it is, they will never meet, they will sit in different corners of a smoke filled room, this room, as the summer sun brings to life specks in their wistful eyes, for some reason never happening to realise each other’s presence. Boo. Awww. Whatevs.

How could the puff and hum mundane *slash* breathtaking cadences of those Young Marble Giants who pushed the german metronome & kickstarted a whole sweet branch of indie pop to fall in love in/to not find what they need, that is, Mr. or maybe Ms. Right, in the warm arms of Norweigian Anja Garbarek, just listen to the tiny wee scandinavian gem of gentle astronautic love below and sigh.

Aw! Spaceships in the sky looking for that beloved one, beware the Klingons thee little one…

Young Marble Giants- Searching for Mister Right

You could do way worse than buying the heavy vinyl reissue of Young Marble Giant’s Colossal Youth recently released by Domino. Now, really.

Anja Garbarek- I Won’t Hurt You

This tune is from Anja Garbarek Smiling and Waving, although we first listened to it in that fantastic Lindstrom late night tales comp , we told you we were going to be caning that one.

And let us lead this to a close with an inkling of what could be one of those future extraordinary 20JFG faves, or Tickley Feather, who makes lo-fi lullabies for ghost dollhouses using discarded pieces of skin, flesh and heart, layers of echo pile up like dust or memories creating a space of glassy eyed reverie, perhaps sepia photographs with something scribbled on the back, Gang Gang Dance staring out of the window somewhere, the last moment of a music box melody freezes into a drone and we walk away stoping to stare back just once. Woah, an angel, perhaps Kate Bush, just passed over my grave.

Tickley Feather- Natural Natural

labels >> Love Love Love, ballads, dreams, lullabies, post-punk, satellites