Tonight was special. It was viscous but gently shifted like the tides. Wave after subtly varying wave never crashed because it was made of something intoxicating and strangely spiritual that left Cafe Oto suspended. Hooked, as if a kids balloons was drifting our thoughts into  the passing storm clouds. We were ready to clap and holler from the first few plucked chords. Inhale. Exhale. Ingest. Trying to avoid words like “gothic grandeur” is a challenge. Her music is all stained-glass windows and willowing fields at night. It’s moon-based power that heaves and ebbs and spirals (think: cathedral stair-shaped smoke signals). Pushing and pulling, tugging at the blood of Christ, then gradually receding down the walls like the drippin’ honey of Mother Nature. It was magical and majestic and had a dark chocolate mmmmm. It was a set from @marissa_nadler and these were were my notes: From those first few chords to the still reverberating in my heart last, the marvellous, wondrousness never waned.

Tonight was special. It was viscous but gently shifted like the tides. Wave after subtly varying wave never crashed because it was made of something intoxicating and strangely spiritual that left Cafe Oto suspended. Hooked, as if a kids balloons was drifting our thoughts into the passing storm clouds. We were ready to clap and holler from the first few plucked chords. Inhale. Exhale. Ingest. Trying to avoid words like “gothic grandeur” is a challenge. Her music is all stained-glass windows and willowing fields at night. It’s moon-based power that heaves and ebbs and spirals (think: cathedral stair-shaped smoke signals). Pushing and pulling, tugging at the blood of Christ, then gradually receding down the walls like the drippin’ honey of Mother Nature. It was magical and majestic and had a dark chocolate mmmmm. It was a set from @marissa_nadler and these were were my notes: From those first few chords to the still reverberating in my heart last, the marvellous, wondrousness never waned.

Our work-in-progress April ‘14 playlist, for when you get a minute this weekend. Requests welcomed.

EMA – Neuromancer
Owen Pallett – The Riverbed
Damon Albarn – Lonely Press Play
Glass Animals – Gooey
White Hinterland – No Devotion
Trust – Capitol
Douglas Dare – Lungful
Mica Levi – Love
Avey Tare’s Slasher Flicks – Strange Colores
Tune-Yards – Water Fountain
School Of Language – Between the Suburbs
The Horrors – I See You
Pixies – Indie Cindy
Conor Oberst – Hundreds of Ways

I only subscribe to one magazine these days. This week’s issue is a good one and a reminder that New Statesman is definitely the high-watermark for magazines, and they’ve worked out how to straddle the web very well too.

I only subscribe to one magazine these days. This week’s issue is a good one and a reminder that New Statesman is definitely the high-watermark for magazines, and they’ve worked out how to straddle the web very well too.

The difference between a brave man and a coward is a coward thinks twice before jumping in the cage with a lion. The brave man doesn’t know what a lion is. He just thinks he does.
Charles Bukowski, “Notes of a Dirty Old Man”