Super 8 Alkaline
It is Friday and I might be dying. How would I know? Is this what death feels like? It might be. All I can know for sure is that I crashed on a wood floor last night - the resonating sensation of which might mean I had either the best or worst nights sleep I’ve had in years. It is the ultimate firm mattress and yet so very unforgiving. Six hours was not enough, that’s for certain and Lucifer himself is directly responsible.
Mr. P played excellent host yestereve for what began in sweet-summer-child fashion as a few drinks. At some point, we decided to get out of the house and were led by our eager noses to Labassa Woolfe on Percy Street in Fitzrovia. It is both a bespoke tailors and a wine bar, there is no need to be confused and the two disciplines interweave seamlessly. They may also sell antiques. I could absolutely be tempted to purchase a new burgundy suit from them and very nearly did after multiple wines. Miss Z was in attendance, much to the delight of all people and she did not come empty handed.
The above delight is a Bell & Howard Filmosound 375 Super 8 camera. I have no idea where she found it and that might be the truth. A good part of thisafternoon shall most likely be spent with my nose this far away from its machinery, thoroughly in awe at all the ways in which it is an artefact and possibly even a working version of that thing. I see very little reason as to why it wouldn’t work - it looks mostly unused and/or exceptionally well cared for, with less dust concealed in its trappings than most surfaces in my house - and the lens mechanism is fetish territory. The only thing of any concern is the apparent absence of a viewfinder adjustment catch that may or may not supposed to be there.
This technological era was rife with units of wonder that didn’t always necessarily match up in entirety with their manuals; there were occasional granular differences that were meant for adult playground legend. Mine doesn’t have that button but it’s shiny and shall dazzle your Charizard. We’ll see.
I have ordered film that expired before I was born and batteries and have never been happier. If you happen to be inclined toward a vision of the past, present and future at the same fucking time you can find it here. Mainly because she’s radder than your ma’s Sunday roast, Miss Z also dosed me with Jamie Hince’s other thing? I think I know. I like it.
‘Alkaline’, ‘Cosmonaut No. 7’ (of which I suspect I have only the second of two 45”) and ‘A Year From Monday’ comprise the last three singles from Jamie Hince’s pre-Kills love, Scarfo. The English obsession with the American dream is prevalent on ‘Alkaline’ and its B sides and that warped Hince shark fin guitar tone is there too.
Naturally, hailing from the sticky late nineties means this is all headed in a way more punk rock direction than The Kills and I definitely get a Manic’s/Deftones vibe from ‘Cosmonaut No. 7’ and ‘Assistant Assassin’ respectively. ‘I Want You’ rings all the way from Oasis or The Auteurs and echoes into Libertines territory. Also, this is another of those 45/33rpm splits that leaves me wondering if I’ve stepped through a vertical slice left by Will or Lyra or just another thinny. Depending on which way you go, the Doppler effect can be entertaining in a Chipmunks kinda way or completely unnerving, a la that Cure record from The B.
‘A Year From Monday’ is full on Radiohead territory which actually makes complete sense seeing as how it was produced by Nigel Godrich. The flip is easily my most favourite thing today, finishing up with ‘Special Communiques’ - a suitably lo-fi four track affair that in retrospect bode well for the next thing.
Speaking of which, VV and Hotel released this most excellent cover of Saul William’s ‘List Of Demands’ back in March that I completely missed. It follows in excellent form from where they left off with ‘Ash & Ice’ and you should absolutely put it in your ears n’ eyes.
All them chains have me in just the right mood for some OITNB which is most opportune.
JD - TACOCAT
[Props to Orange Juice for the thumbnail image. I would have been at a loss without you]