I got the space voodoo blues....

After some dark and mysterious grooves from outerspace circa New Orleans? Papa Mali is what you need. Any album that has slide guitar, little moses and quadrological rocket stations all in one track, is one i can dig.

Pap Mali - Do Your Thing

Modern Melodies

My First Trumpet does not contain any trumpets. It does contain some very nicely understated melodies with interesting layers of sounds. Electronic and organic sounds mix nicely in this mature recording which, to my ears, has a distinct tinge of whimsy to it.


My First Trumpet - Frerk

The Sad Waltzes of Pietro Crespi

Owen is a misleading name since it's really just Mike Kinsella from various 90's things you've all heard before. This album is a soundtrack for a quiet afternoon filled with nostalgia and personal memories. The multiple layering of intricate guitar melodies is wide and varied with little in the way of traditional song structures in sight. The lyrics are both well written and deeply emotional, albeit somewhat distant with an air of reminiscence. I would compare this to a cross between Eliot Smith and Nick Drake while avoiding all the terrible connotations to all those people who tried and failed to sound exactly like those two. It's refreshing to hear music that sounds as if it were made simply for the sake of making it.


Owen - At Home With Owen

A baby, if you really break it down, is just a tiny, shirtless, bald human being with a bag of its own crap tied around its waist.

Patton Oswalt is a comedian who's face you probably won't recognise, but his voice you almost certainly will. His routine hangs almost entirely upon his voice, which is good because the whole thing doens't fall apart on cd like some comedians. He also has the uncanny ability to sound exactly like he looks. I'm not sure how he does it but i've seen this man live and it is exactly like the image in your head from listening to this.

Patton Oswalt - Feelin Kinda Patton

Last one out; hit the lights...

The lights shall be turned back on around the 22nd-ish of August, till then

farewell and adieu to you spanish ladies

The prospect of finding pleasure tomorrow will never compensate for today‘s boredom.

There are two types of peope in this world, those who do a large amount of acid and then stay in a controlled environment to avoid sensory overload; and those who do a large amount of acid and then run shouting a primal roar of exuburance into the night, as they ride in the upraised tray of a tractor that is travelling faster than any heavy equipment ever should, piloted by a raging alcoholic who would eventually pass out behind the wheel, towards a bonfire that is more chemical in nature than organic and flames that seem to engulf the stars themselves while a misting rain merges with the light creating a diaphanous shroud of light and a rain of ash flitters and whirls with an air of accidental magic, laughing at the folly of gravity.

Either type will enjoy this.

This is probably one of the most finely produced-audio play's i've ever heard, and the acting is very strong. It perfectly captures the rising cresendo of madness and sense of panic that trippers the world over know and love. Now i have a question for the readers, i'm %90 certain that Harry Shearer does some background voices, one of the reporters sounds exactly like Otto from the Simpsons. If someone could confirm or deny my suspicions it would be appreciated.

Hunter S. Thompson - Fear and Loathing in Las Vega - A Radio Play

There's no poetry between us; said the paper to the pen

Make no mistake, Gary Jules is a poet. His poems are wrapt up in a cocoon of mellow folky-rock goodness but they are poems none the less. Most people recognise Gary from his remake of the Tears for Fears song "Mad World" which was used to much effect in the Donnie Darko soundtrack but that was an atypical track and you should prepare for a different sort of sound.

The debut solo album "Greetings from the Side" contains individually better songs than the follow up release "Trading Snakeoil for Wolftickets" however the former never really feels cohesive. It is really just a collection of songs put onto and album, a collection of great songs including possibly the greatest love song i've ever heard(Owen Down), but it never really meshes with itself.

"Trading Snakeoil for Wolftickets" on the other hand is a far more fleshed out piece of work. Melancholy and subdued each track captures the mood of a different story, with Los Angeles as an unspoken backdrop.

Gary Jules - Trading Snakeoil for Wolftickets

Gary Jules - Greetings from the Side

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