The Music Box.
Entries about the music I like.
Pinegrove – Pinegrove on Audiotree Live
In this piece, I navigate the intricate soundscapes of Pinegrove's Audiotree performance, set against the backdrop of the bustling city and its ubiquitous cafes. My exploration of indie studio sounds, alongside an introspective study of key indie bands, unravels a tale of life, hope, rejection, and the unending rhythm of the urban existence.
Nothing – Tired of Tomorrow
Sitting in the world’s most absurd café after completing the world’s most meandering walk, your phone suggests you listen to Nothing’s Famine Asylum off of their 2020 album, The Great Dismal. You’re reminded of an earlier album by the same band as a beskirted post-Soviet NFT scamster asks a vaguely Mediterranean dad-bodied man wearing a deep blue TOMMY JEANS tee to take a photo.
Bartika Eam Rai – Bimbaakash
Not all sadness is the same dad, he was trying to explain to his ageing father. Pa had spent much of the mid-seventies damming one of India’s major rivers with other ‘sons and daughters of the newly independent nation’. Come rain, come sleet, they bored through terrain, mixed concrete, fixed slabs, built barricades against portented landslides.
Aesop Rock – The Impossible Kid
Every city is a city unwilling to acknowledge that its primary inhabitants are the lonely. It’s like Aesop Rock asks in Dorks, ‘if I died in my apartment like a rat in a cage, will the neighbours smell the corpse before the cat eats my face?’ Morbid. Maybe unnecessarily so? But is it really a far-off concern for the average inhabitant of the average post-industrial city?