Today I chose three compact discs from J's 'home home' collection to borrow.
I am totally guilty of judging a book by it's cover in the literally visual sense, not in the way of the metaphor this saying has created.
Spotting them entirely/mostly for their covers and perhaps a little for the names that seem to have had some connection to my brains inbox.
Three new but not brand new, contemporary, fresh to my ears, none older than five years discs.
Do the names interest you? You'll have to wait.
I am more than interested in the artwork... which could be considered the whole expanse of a band/noise producers journey/career/conception through to deletion of their existence entirely when there is no evidence anywhere in anyone or anything...
Back to the music for a little while.
The first, recognized for it's name, memory of a recommendation and admiration for the words in the band title;
Sea Wolf. Good words, good words combined, it conjures up images of a mysterious nature; colours, textures, sounds and attitudes.
I have not long inserted the disc into the computer, and from the first few songs it's clear it's not one hit wonders they're after, these are after all artist's...
Comparisons are flying around in my brain but I will refrain from this, I will just tell you the sounds I hear coming through that remind me of other musicians are ones I have heart for, time to invest.
The Album has finished playing, and it's taken me a few good minutes to notice, this is due to the fact that is, that online network of social-ness, where things can get creepy and you can even find yourself getting creepy.
So the flow that was this writing show has stopped after a go-go.
Really, listening needs to be done in the car.
Always trying to do ten things at once to save time, I must now sleep and haven't yet experimented with sleep-blogging/....much, I won't put yours-julies through that.
