I’ve talked before about how I try to read everything that ends up in the shop before it disappears to a better home. I care for their Gevabron pages and the realms within and I want to know them. All the blemishes. The same can be said for all that vinyl. I try to listen to it all, I really do. However, sometimes sharp eyes n’ ears be too quick off the mark. This brings me to the god damned point: Sometimes I keep shit behind the curtain.
‘Caged Bird’ by UNKLE - aka James Lavelle, avec his best bud from school and on occasion the DJ named as Shadow - is one of those things. It’s good. Real good. Plus, it’s pressed to gold and silver vinyl because why not. The track ‘Ablivion’ is a tour de force. I stand at the levers, hands poised over the respective dials for treble and bass and crack my spine. 'Religious experience’ is usually one of those terms reserved for sudden immersion, distorted tapestries or massive holes in the American landscape. With the thorough application of a Frankenstein Rosita via Death Star type spherical Grundig speakers in a wood-panelled room, we can climb that mountain. We can crush it big big.
‘Altered Carbon’ on the Nerdflax was good. I’ll say that much for it. It didn’t quite needle into my brain in the same way that the book did but that’s okay. I never really expected it to do that. It’s decent sci-fi and I was happy to escape there for a bit. If anything, it’s proof that my Neuromantic pill of choice is and may always have been the new black. My partner in crime has also just finished reading ‘Vurt’ by Jeff Noon. She described it as an audible feast for the senses. Or perhaps that was an Audible feast for the senses. From what I can gather, reading is now something that many people have someone else do for them while they accomplish other shit in the physical world. It is a form of enrichment without heavy lifting or indeed lifting of any meaningful sort. I can’t honestly parse how that would translate into meaningful revision on the fly. Either way, the fact that she devoured the entire confection is - if not a direct precursor to the horsemen and their heraldic beasts - further vindication. I’ll take it.
JD - TACOCAT