An xxjfg archive for posts featuring high places.
Ah, Vangelis, where would we be without you? Surely we wouldn’t have danced with gods and demons over portentous clouds of a blinding blue, or roamed the streets of hallucinated eastern bazaars where weasely merchants display their strange wares in a most ramshackle manner, baroque pieces of analogical technology blessed with spells of a sublime…
The beautiful guitar melody with which Mirror Mirror’s ‘New Horizons’ begins contains in the revolution of its tones the complete structure of what is to come, like a strange flower slowly unfolding its crimson petals to reveal a wonderful piece of psyche-folk that seduces us with the scent of the United States of America, Syd…
Teh interweb has become a leviathan of creation and distribution that devours and regurgitates music, in its bloated belly a million weird kids dwell putting together songs with bits of technology, the walls of the beast’s intestines are a fertile ground where a thousand DIY alien flowers bloom, the outcome of complicated, often random processes…
{{Here you have another column from Mr. James Nascent/Black Banana, enjoy the love kidss, and say thanks}} My last post…an open love letter to the West coast lo-fi-trash-about-party bands that I owe a large portion of my record collection to. The ones they wrote about in the NME last week. That was weird…. in a…