<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8406709392036863212</id><updated>2012-02-16T06:31:38.896Z</updated><title type='text'>A Cloud Of Starlings</title><subtitle type='html'>full of succulent goodness</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acloudofstarlings.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8406709392036863212/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acloudofstarlings.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8406709392036863212/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08211832893156586779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>139</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8406709392036863212.post-8251441927130101441</id><published>2008-12-14T20:08:00.004Z</published><updated>2008-12-15T11:17:21.577Z</updated><title type='text'>Nick Miller - Quitters</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iZY2Yry2APM/SUVqAM-9N9I/AAAAAAAAANY/PgZ8b9Fa59Q/s1600-h/l_efe6ca0f6044456eb3ef2308441b1615.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 256px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iZY2Yry2APM/SUVqAM-9N9I/AAAAAAAAANY/PgZ8b9Fa59Q/s400/l_efe6ca0f6044456eb3ef2308441b1615.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279742689879603154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mikwaukee based troubadour Nick Miller kindly sent me his acoustic demo disc, which is pretty sweet. Quitters is a great track, and his voice reminds me a little at points of Jeff Buckley and sometimes a little of Anthony of "and the Johnsons" fame. It varies a great deal in the demo, from the high falsetto I've just been describing to a gruff low tenor, which is either interesting or inconsistent depending on how generous you are.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The music reminds me a little of Nick Drake and I say that fully aware that literally everyone compares literally everything acoustic with a male voice to Nick Drake. Listen to it, I think you might agree. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One question: Nick, dearest, why are you wearing sunglasses indoors? Actually, two questions: what are you knitting?! &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/listentonickmiller"&gt;Nick Miller&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;a href="http://www.mediafire.com/?sharekey=d68b0fbee1b54b9cd2db6fb9a8902bda"&gt;Quitters&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8406709392036863212-8251441927130101441?l=acloudofstarlings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acloudofstarlings.blogspot.com/feeds/8251441927130101441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8406709392036863212&amp;postID=8251441927130101441' title='38 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8406709392036863212/posts/default/8251441927130101441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8406709392036863212/posts/default/8251441927130101441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acloudofstarlings.blogspot.com/2008/12/nick-miller-quitters.html' title='Nick Miller - Quitters'/><author><name>G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08211832893156586779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iZY2Yry2APM/SUVqAM-9N9I/AAAAAAAAANY/PgZ8b9Fa59Q/s72-c/l_efe6ca0f6044456eb3ef2308441b1615.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>38</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8406709392036863212.post-479649964351846284</id><published>2008-12-11T19:42:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-12-11T20:07:00.209Z</updated><title type='text'>Frank Bango - Angela Eagleton</title><content type='html'>I recently interviewed Frank Bango, who I've raved about &lt;a href="http://acloudofstarlings.blogspot.com/2008/08/album-review-frank-bango-sweet-songs-of.html"&gt;before&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://acloudofstarlings.blogspot.com/2008/10/frank-bango-summerdress.html"&gt;twice&lt;/a&gt;. His responses exceeded my expectations: they were really very interesting. It's all on &lt;a href="http://sunonthesand.net/"&gt;sunonthesand.net&lt;/a&gt;, which is a site I've got involved with recently. Clicky &lt;a href="http://sunonthesand.net/2008/11/20/frank-bango-interview/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.frankbango.com/"&gt;Frank Bango &lt;/a&gt;- &lt;a href="http://www.mediafire.com/?sharekey=d68b0fbee1b54b9cd2db6fb9a8902bda"&gt;Angela Eagleton&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8406709392036863212-479649964351846284?l=acloudofstarlings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acloudofstarlings.blogspot.com/feeds/479649964351846284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8406709392036863212&amp;postID=479649964351846284' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8406709392036863212/posts/default/479649964351846284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8406709392036863212/posts/default/479649964351846284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acloudofstarlings.blogspot.com/2008/12/frank-bango-angela-eagleton.html' title='Frank Bango - Angela Eagleton'/><author><name>G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08211832893156586779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8406709392036863212.post-8332560350672305136</id><published>2008-12-08T15:00:00.003Z</published><updated>2008-12-08T15:02:21.338Z</updated><title type='text'>The Kinks - Waterloo Sunset</title><content type='html'>Here's a no frills blog post for you - this is a great song, one that can and should be appreciated by masses.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Kinks"&gt;The Kinks&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;a href="http://www.mediafire.com/?sharekey=d68b0fbee1b54b9cd2db6fb9a8902bda"&gt;Waterloo Sunset&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8406709392036863212-8332560350672305136?l=acloudofstarlings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acloudofstarlings.blogspot.com/feeds/8332560350672305136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8406709392036863212&amp;postID=8332560350672305136' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8406709392036863212/posts/default/8332560350672305136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8406709392036863212/posts/default/8332560350672305136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acloudofstarlings.blogspot.com/2008/12/kinks-waterloo-sunset.html' title='The Kinks - Waterloo Sunset'/><author><name>G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08211832893156586779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8406709392036863212.post-2044239646597789932</id><published>2008-12-04T20:55:00.003Z</published><updated>2008-12-04T21:12:02.140Z</updated><title type='text'>The Spolkestra - Open Arms</title><content type='html'>Warning - this post contains enthusing. Having said that, so do 95% of all the rest of the posts on this blog. Not sure why I'm bothering to warn you, to be honest.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I saw the Spolkestra on Saturday in London and if anything I'm even more in love with them than I was when I first heard the album. It's magnificently complex music. In the back of my head I was slightly worried that they wouldn't be able to recreate the intricacy of the album when live but they proved the back of my head to be wrong. Yey! It is probably going to be my gig of the year simply because I have never heard anything like it live. There is something symphonic in the ambition of this band and I love them for it. I went on about it last time I wrote about them but I really cannot recommend the 14 minute epic "Trio Together" enough. I really want to post it but feel bad as it's an album exclusive on iTunes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's the title track of the &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Open Arms&lt;/span&gt; EP, released earlier this year and available everywhere, particularly if you have iTunes and a wi-fi connection...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/scotlandpagans"&gt;The Spolkestra&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;a href="http://www.mediafire.com/?sharekey=d68b0fbee1b54b9cd2db6fb9a8902bda"&gt;Open Arms&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8406709392036863212-2044239646597789932?l=acloudofstarlings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acloudofstarlings.blogspot.com/feeds/2044239646597789932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8406709392036863212&amp;postID=2044239646597789932' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8406709392036863212/posts/default/2044239646597789932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8406709392036863212/posts/default/2044239646597789932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acloudofstarlings.blogspot.com/2008/12/spolkestra-open-arms.html' title='The Spolkestra - Open Arms'/><author><name>G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08211832893156586779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8406709392036863212.post-5057904288092060052</id><published>2008-12-04T13:54:00.004Z</published><updated>2008-12-04T15:44:06.671Z</updated><title type='text'>My Little Pony - Macgyver Blues</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/mylittleponyoslo"&gt;My Little Pony&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;a href="http://www.mediafire.com/?sharekey=d68b0fbee1b54b9cd2db6fb9a8902bda"&gt;Macgyver Blues&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iZY2Yry2APM/STfmZcoZL4I/AAAAAAAAANQ/2d7h5wz-Fis/s1600-h/17522369.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iZY2Yry2APM/STfmZcoZL4I/AAAAAAAAANQ/2d7h5wz-Fis/s400/17522369.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275938813344558978" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;My Little Pony are from Oslo. I like My Little Pony so much that yesterday I actually found myself idly contemplating moving to Oslo, which would perhaps result in some of Oslo's talen rubbing off on me. Obviously that's ridiculous and I soon realised that I was thinking out of my ass. Oslo is 1,295 miles away from my house (thanks Google). I don't know anyone there and I don't speak a word of Norwegian. But My Little Pony are awesome, just pure distilled awesome. It's charming indie-pop sung (primarily) in a twee indie boy voice. The words are observant, wise and witty, as these ones from track 3, "Comic Relief", demonstrate:&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;In a television show from the crazy wild wild west&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;One of the characters stand out from the rest&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Cause he's bald or he's friendly or sometimes comes late&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;And the others always tell him he's slightly overweight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;And in this other programme that I like to watch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;From back in the days when everything was top-notch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;With his funny accent, now that's an old trick&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;He's the foreign exchange student who never gets a chick.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But if we ask him about our motif or religious belief&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;He wouldn't have an answer and not cause he's brief&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;He's just the comic relief.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Sometimes I like to make people laugh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;and at the place where I work I'm the youngest of the staff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;And they do seem to like me though I think they're all my boss&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;But to me that doens't matter, authority's no great loss&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;And although I'm not [can't work this word out] or commander in chief&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;They all need me like golden leaf&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;I guess I am the comic relief.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;I guess we need it in this world of ours&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Where everything is so serious that sometimes we forget to smile to each other&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;It might be false belief&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;I think we all need a comic relief.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;[I transcribed those myself so they're not perfect.] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What really impresses me is that these are (presumably) written by someone for whom English is a second language. Anyone who can write that well in their second language deserved muchos kudos. I could discuss a million other bits I love but that would cheapen it (though I can't resist pointing you towards the chorus of track 5). Listen to Macgyver Blues and then buy the album. It might be the best thing you do all year. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P.S. I don't think it's been released in the UK yet but you can definitely get it from iTunes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8406709392036863212-5057904288092060052?l=acloudofstarlings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acloudofstarlings.blogspot.com/feeds/5057904288092060052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8406709392036863212&amp;postID=5057904288092060052' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8406709392036863212/posts/default/5057904288092060052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8406709392036863212/posts/default/5057904288092060052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acloudofstarlings.blogspot.com/2008/12/my-little-pony-macgyver-blues.html' title='My Little Pony - Macgyver Blues'/><author><name>G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08211832893156586779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iZY2Yry2APM/STfmZcoZL4I/AAAAAAAAANQ/2d7h5wz-Fis/s72-c/17522369.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8406709392036863212.post-2131659902637871932</id><published>2008-11-12T23:06:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-11-12T23:11:35.300Z</updated><title type='text'>Clor - Good Stuff</title><content type='html'>Ahh Clor, I miss you. You made one of my favourite dancey indie albums and then just disappeared without so much as a farewell. It makes me very sad.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Check out these filthy lyrics - love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/teamclor"&gt;Clor&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;a href="http://www.hotlinkfiles.com/files/2050105_rbcpn/01GoodStuff.mp3"&gt;Good Stuff&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Coming out of my mouth&lt;br /&gt;Into your eyes&lt;br /&gt;Not once, but twice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Choosing the other's eye&lt;br /&gt;Always why&lt;br /&gt;Forever yielding&lt;br /&gt;You should have seen your face&lt;br /&gt;Can you imagine how I must appear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me do it for you&lt;br /&gt;Let me do it for me&lt;br /&gt;Let me give me some more of your good stuff&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Help me out with my hair&lt;br /&gt;How i have come to resemble those things you like No hidden seams are here&lt;br /&gt;No happy faces&lt;br /&gt;Guided by stellar voices&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now let me do it for you&lt;br /&gt;Let me do it for me&lt;br /&gt;Let me give me some more of your good stuff&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are the content&lt;br /&gt;and we drink them all night&lt;br /&gt;Out through a curly straw&lt;br /&gt;Let's suck our poisonous juices!&lt;br /&gt;Oh, that's good&lt;br /&gt;Let me do it for you&lt;br /&gt;Let me do it for me&lt;br /&gt;Let me give me some more of your good stuff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8406709392036863212-2131659902637871932?l=acloudofstarlings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acloudofstarlings.blogspot.com/feeds/2131659902637871932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8406709392036863212&amp;postID=2131659902637871932' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8406709392036863212/posts/default/2131659902637871932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8406709392036863212/posts/default/2131659902637871932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acloudofstarlings.blogspot.com/2008/11/clor-good-stuff.html' title='Clor - Good Stuff'/><author><name>G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08211832893156586779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8406709392036863212.post-8788680292454339172</id><published>2008-11-11T09:00:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-11-11T09:00:01.501Z</updated><title type='text'>The Rapture - No Sex For Ben</title><content type='html'>You may have heard this track on the soundtrack to GTA4 (Radio Broker) - it's a wee bit of a chooooon. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.therapturemusic.co.uk/"&gt;The Rapture&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;a href="http://www.hotlinkfiles.com/files/2042973_dzlrr/72NoSexForBen.mp3"&gt;No Sex For Ben&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8406709392036863212-8788680292454339172?l=acloudofstarlings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acloudofstarlings.blogspot.com/feeds/8788680292454339172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8406709392036863212&amp;postID=8788680292454339172' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8406709392036863212/posts/default/8788680292454339172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8406709392036863212/posts/default/8788680292454339172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acloudofstarlings.blogspot.com/2008/11/rapture-no-sex-for-ben.html' title='The Rapture - No Sex For Ben'/><author><name>G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08211832893156586779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8406709392036863212.post-2250350277285300528</id><published>2008-11-09T11:11:00.001Z</published><updated>2008-11-09T11:11:00.721Z</updated><title type='text'>Amanda Palmer - Oasis</title><content type='html'>Amanda Palmer is hilarious (and I don't use the word hilarious very often - I try to save it for things that are genuinely hilarious). This song in particular is just fantastic, the lyrics are spot on. It's off her solo debut, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Who Killed Amanda Palmer?&lt;/span&gt;, released back in September.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://whokilledamandapalmer.com/"&gt;Amanda Palmer&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;a href="http://www.fileden.com/files/2008/11/7/2177363/75%20-%20Amanda%20Palmer%20-%20Oasis.mp3"&gt;Oasis&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;when i got to the party &lt;br /&gt;they gave me a fourty &lt;br /&gt;and i must've been thirsty &lt;br /&gt;cause i drank it so quickly &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i got to the bedroom &lt;br /&gt;there was somebody waiting &lt;br /&gt;and it isn't my fault &lt;br /&gt;that the barbarian raped me &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i went to get tested &lt;br /&gt;i brought along my best friend &lt;br /&gt;melissa mahoney &lt;br /&gt;who had once been molested &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and she knew how to get there &lt;br /&gt;she knew all the nurses &lt;br /&gt;they were all really friendly &lt;br /&gt;but the test came out positive &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;uh-oh &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've seen better days but i don't care &lt;br /&gt;I just sent a letter in the mail &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i got my abortion &lt;br /&gt;i brought along my boyfriend &lt;br /&gt;we got there an hour &lt;br /&gt;before the appointment &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and outside the building &lt;br /&gt;there were all these annoying &lt;br /&gt;fundamentalist christians &lt;br /&gt;we tried to ingore them &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh-oh &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've had better days but i don't care &lt;br /&gt;oasis got my letter in the mail &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when vacation was over &lt;br /&gt;the word was all over &lt;br /&gt;that i was a crack whore &lt;br /&gt;melissa had told them &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and so now were not talking &lt;br /&gt;except we have tickets &lt;br /&gt;to see blur in october &lt;br /&gt;and i think were still going &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh-oh &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've seen better days but i don't care &lt;br /&gt;oh i just got a letter in the mail &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oasis sent a photograph &lt;br /&gt;its autographed and everything &lt;br /&gt;melissa's gonna wet herself &lt;br /&gt;i swear &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8406709392036863212-2250350277285300528?l=acloudofstarlings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acloudofstarlings.blogspot.com/feeds/2250350277285300528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8406709392036863212&amp;postID=2250350277285300528' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8406709392036863212/posts/default/2250350277285300528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8406709392036863212/posts/default/2250350277285300528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acloudofstarlings.blogspot.com/2008/11/amanda-palmer-oasis.html' title='Amanda Palmer - Oasis'/><author><name>G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08211832893156586779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8406709392036863212.post-1820068834353107781</id><published>2008-11-08T11:11:00.001Z</published><updated>2008-11-09T21:14:02.449Z</updated><title type='text'>The Muttering Retreats - The Capitalist &amp; The Communist Vie For Our Hero's Affection</title><content type='html'>I hereby declare that adore overlong and slightly ridiculous titles, and this may be the best yet. The Muttering Retreats are a threepiece who hail from Lakewood, Ohio, &lt;br /&gt;and one of them wants to fall in love with a girl who's got some real estate. Who can blame him, I say, in this turbulent time... or not. I'm so fucking sick of the media going on about the "credit crunch". It's not so much the news items that I object to, it's when you're watching a cookery programme and the presenter is like "well that's a perfect recipe for these credit crunch times". Somehow every item in every show now has to make some kind of reference to it. It's mindless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;End of rant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/themutteringretreats"&gt;The Muttering Retreats&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;a href="http://premium.hotlinkfiles.com/files/2039176_jf8el/nistVieForOurHero_sAffection.mp3"&gt;The Capitalist &amp;amp; The Communist Vie For Our Hero's Affection&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Having plenty of problems with file hosting services but this link should now work..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8406709392036863212-1820068834353107781?l=acloudofstarlings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acloudofstarlings.blogspot.com/feeds/1820068834353107781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8406709392036863212&amp;postID=1820068834353107781' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8406709392036863212/posts/default/1820068834353107781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8406709392036863212/posts/default/1820068834353107781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acloudofstarlings.blogspot.com/2008/11/muttering-retreats-capitalist-communist.html' title='The Muttering Retreats - The Capitalist &amp; The Communist Vie For Our Hero&apos;s Affection'/><author><name>G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08211832893156586779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8406709392036863212.post-5658305117909144885</id><published>2008-11-07T13:14:00.003Z</published><updated>2008-11-07T13:22:06.700Z</updated><title type='text'>The Brighton Port Authority</title><content type='html'>The Brighton Port Authority centres around Norman Cook (i.e. Fatboy Slim) and producer Simon Thornton and, as you'd expect from anything Mr Slim is involved in, it's extremely enjoyable danceable music. Even better, there are 4 tracks available on their website to download without paying any of your "hard earned" money. How awesome is that?&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thebrightonportauthority.com/"&gt;BPA&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;a href="http://thebrightonportauthority.com/media/seattle.mp3"&gt;Seattle (feat Emmy the Great)&lt;/a&gt; / &lt;a href="http://thebrightonportauthority.com/media/toejam.mp3"&gt;Toe Jam&lt;/a&gt; / &lt;a href="http://thebrightonportauthority.com/media/hesfrank.mp3"&gt;He's Frank&lt;/a&gt; / &lt;a href="http://thebrightonportauthority.com/media/shouldistayorshouldiblow.mp3"&gt;Should I Stay Or Should I Blow?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I strongly recommend you watch the video to Toe Jam:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/bWAl31G-f1E&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/bWAl31G-f1E&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8406709392036863212-5658305117909144885?l=acloudofstarlings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acloudofstarlings.blogspot.com/feeds/5658305117909144885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8406709392036863212&amp;postID=5658305117909144885' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8406709392036863212/posts/default/5658305117909144885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8406709392036863212/posts/default/5658305117909144885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acloudofstarlings.blogspot.com/2008/11/brighton-port-authority.html' title='The Brighton Port Authority'/><author><name>G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08211832893156586779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8406709392036863212.post-3737010816289926266</id><published>2008-10-28T11:11:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-11-07T21:14:00.235Z</updated><title type='text'>Fear Of Pop - In Love</title><content type='html'>I really don't know what to make of William Shatner. At times he's brilliant, at times he's idiotic.A lot of his popularity seems to depend on a certain amount of kitsch value but he is occasionally genuinely great. Most of the people who worked with him in Star Trek seem to think he's a bit of a nutter: he'd argue they're all nutters. All I can say is that I think this track, from &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Fear Of Pop Volume 1 (1998)&lt;/span&gt;, is pretty damn near perfect. Of course, a lot of that is to do with who wrote the track, but Shatner's delivery is spot-on.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Fear_of_Pop,_Volume_1"&gt;Fear Of Pop&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;a href="http://www.hotlinkfiles.com/files/1995808_xio8w/05InLove.mp3"&gt;In Love&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8406709392036863212-3737010816289926266?l=acloudofstarlings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acloudofstarlings.blogspot.com/feeds/3737010816289926266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8406709392036863212&amp;postID=3737010816289926266' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8406709392036863212/posts/default/3737010816289926266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8406709392036863212/posts/default/3737010816289926266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acloudofstarlings.blogspot.com/2008/10/fear-of-pop-in-love.html' title='Fear Of Pop - In Love'/><author><name>G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08211832893156586779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8406709392036863212.post-2372228095003260666</id><published>2008-10-27T11:11:00.001Z</published><updated>2008-10-27T11:11:00.574Z</updated><title type='text'>David Bowie - Let's Dance</title><content type='html'>If by some bizarre freak of statistics and coincidence you've somehow avoided this track all your life, listen to it, welcome it into your heart and dance your ass off. If you know it then you've probably already done all of the above. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.davidbowie.com/"&gt;David Bowie&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;a href="http://www.hotlinkfiles.com/files/1995793_pro3f/2-08Let_sDance.mp3"&gt;Let's Dance&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8406709392036863212-2372228095003260666?l=acloudofstarlings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acloudofstarlings.blogspot.com/feeds/2372228095003260666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8406709392036863212&amp;postID=2372228095003260666' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8406709392036863212/posts/default/2372228095003260666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8406709392036863212/posts/default/2372228095003260666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acloudofstarlings.blogspot.com/2008/10/david-bowie-lets-dance.html' title='David Bowie - Let&apos;s Dance'/><author><name>G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08211832893156586779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8406709392036863212.post-2681628962947369037</id><published>2008-10-23T10:56:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T11:08:34.682+01:00</updated><title type='text'>The Kindness Kind - Beautiful Souls</title><content type='html'>The Kindness Kind may rival the Spolkestra in the ol' worst band name in the world competition. Either that or I just don't get it (this may also be true of the Spolkestra). If I am not getting it can someone please tell me what it is I'm missing. Still, like the Spolkestra, the Kindness Kind are pretty damned good once you get beyond their moniker. Here's the opening track off their latest self-titled release, Beautiful Souls. I chose "Beautiful Souls" cuz thats wot u av, dear reader, and don't you forget it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thekindnesskind.com/"&gt;The Kindness Kind&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;a href="http://www.hotlinkfiles.com/files/1985375_ikg6z/01BeautifulSouls.mp3"&gt;Beautiful Souls&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: What an awesome promo poster:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iZY2Yry2APM/SQBMpVPOttI/AAAAAAAAANI/I5oQjPXbw48/s1600-h/nectar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 259px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iZY2Yry2APM/SQBMpVPOttI/AAAAAAAAANI/I5oQjPXbw48/s400/nectar.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260288637728110290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8406709392036863212-2681628962947369037?l=acloudofstarlings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acloudofstarlings.blogspot.com/feeds/2681628962947369037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8406709392036863212&amp;postID=2681628962947369037' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8406709392036863212/posts/default/2681628962947369037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8406709392036863212/posts/default/2681628962947369037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acloudofstarlings.blogspot.com/2008/10/kindness-kind-beautiful-souls.html' title='The Kindness Kind - Beautiful Souls'/><author><name>G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08211832893156586779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iZY2Yry2APM/SQBMpVPOttI/AAAAAAAAANI/I5oQjPXbw48/s72-c/nectar.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8406709392036863212.post-1871904271597250080</id><published>2008-10-22T11:11:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T11:11:00.831+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Los Campesinos - Broken Heartbeats Sound Like Breakbeats</title><content type='html'>I saw Los Campesinos! in Clwb Ifor Bach in Cardiff about a week ago and heard a fair amount of the new record, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;We Are Beautiful, We Are Doomed&lt;/span&gt;, which will be released on October 27th. Only 5000 copies will be released. If I don't get one and you do, dear dear reader, I'm warning you, I shall be just the tiniest bit pissed off. It's sounding pretty goddang sweet and I'm feeling pretty goddang excited. Given that I'm over-using the phrase "pretty goddang", I'm gonna make the most of it and point out that Gareth from Los Campesinos is pretty goddang fit. I hadn't noticed it before (I'm tend to be off my face at their gigs - which may explain why - but I was comparatively restrained at this one). Well done to you, Mr Gareth Campesinos! You now have a gay following. Though I may be the only one in the following. And I'm not planning to take the whole "following" thing too seriously, just to reassure you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaanyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.loscampesinos.com/"&gt;Los Campesinos!&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;a href="http://www.hotlinkfiles.com/files/1979228_khuse/rokenHeartbeatsSoundLikeBrea.mp3"&gt;Broken Heartbeats Sound Like Breakbeats&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8406709392036863212-1871904271597250080?l=acloudofstarlings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acloudofstarlings.blogspot.com/feeds/1871904271597250080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8406709392036863212&amp;postID=1871904271597250080' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8406709392036863212/posts/default/1871904271597250080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8406709392036863212/posts/default/1871904271597250080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acloudofstarlings.blogspot.com/2008/10/los-campesinos-broken-heartbeats-sound.html' title='Los Campesinos - Broken Heartbeats Sound Like Breakbeats'/><author><name>G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08211832893156586779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8406709392036863212.post-2890474653666236013</id><published>2008-10-21T11:11:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T11:11:00.819+01:00</updated><title type='text'>The Spolkestra - Soil</title><content type='html'>"The Spolkestra" may just be the worst band name I've ever heard (I'm sorry but it's true!): The Spolkestra's music on the other hand is awesome with a capital A and the prefix "fucking". It's exciting, complex, challenging, bizarre, fascinating. There's more going on in the music on this 40 minute record than there is on any other record I've heard in a hell of a long time. This is indie music with classical ambition: the epic fourth track, "Trio Together", is as long &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt; as complex as an opening movement from a symphony. Put it this way, I don't normally use the analysis techniques I learned studying music at uni when I'm listening to music for this blog but I'm thinking I may need to for this track. It's mental. I'm not posting it because it's 14 minutes long - if you wanna hear it you'd better buy the EP. You can get it at &lt;a href="http://cdbaby.com/cd/spolkestra"&gt;CDBaby&lt;/a&gt; or on iTunes ("Trio Together" is an album only track on iTunes). "Soil" is a little bit more manageable as an introduction so I'm posting that for you. If you like it, I really recommend you buy the EP. It's an epic and exhilerating ride.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/scotlandpagans"&gt;The Spolkestra&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;a href="http://www.hotlinkfiles.com/files/1972128_bc3mo/06Soil.mp3"&gt;Soil&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8406709392036863212-2890474653666236013?l=acloudofstarlings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acloudofstarlings.blogspot.com/feeds/2890474653666236013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8406709392036863212&amp;postID=2890474653666236013' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8406709392036863212/posts/default/2890474653666236013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8406709392036863212/posts/default/2890474653666236013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acloudofstarlings.blogspot.com/2008/10/spolkestra-soil.html' title='The Spolkestra - Soil'/><author><name>G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08211832893156586779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8406709392036863212.post-2279193315522189103</id><published>2008-10-16T11:11:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T11:11:00.102+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Travis - Something Anything</title><content type='html'>Travis have a new album out and it sounds pretty sweet (you can preview the whole thing on their space that is mine). I feel bad for saying it but after the first love I felt for &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Man Who&lt;/span&gt;, I've been fairly indifferent to their recent efforts, but this track is a CHOON with a capital CH. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.travisonline.com/"&gt;Travis&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;a href="http://www.hotlinkfiles.com/files/1923858_xrsob/03SomethingAnything.mp3"&gt;Something Anything&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8406709392036863212-2279193315522189103?l=acloudofstarlings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acloudofstarlings.blogspot.com/feeds/2279193315522189103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8406709392036863212&amp;postID=2279193315522189103' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8406709392036863212/posts/default/2279193315522189103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8406709392036863212/posts/default/2279193315522189103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acloudofstarlings.blogspot.com/2008/10/travis-something-anything_16.html' title='Travis - Something Anything'/><author><name>G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08211832893156586779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8406709392036863212.post-2923357184834120771</id><published>2008-10-15T11:11:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T11:11:00.864+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Turner Cody - Slippery Slope</title><content type='html'>I've been listening to too much complicated music that it's completely refreshing to hear Turner Cody's EP, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Crying in my Whiskey&lt;/span&gt;. It's just a guy with a guitar, playing a couple of chords and singing some rhymey lyrics. Me likey. Turner Cody was - rather wonderfully - born Turner Van Pelt Kniffin, which may be the best name I've heard this year. Since he left Boston aged 18, Mr Cody has recorded 8 full length LPs, and a new one comes out this year called &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;First Light&lt;/span&gt;. This particular track is taken from his EP &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Crying in my Whiskey&lt;/span&gt;, wot I got from the lovely &lt;a href="http://www.boyscoutrecordings.com/wordpress/?cat=1"&gt;Boy Scout Recordings&lt;/a&gt; just for signing up to their mailing list, so I recommend you take yourselves over there and get on and sign yourselves up. Go on, off you toddle.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/misterturnercody"&gt;Turner Cody&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;a href="http://www.hotlinkfiles.com/files/1947094_nn867/SlipperySlope.mp3.mp3"&gt;Slippery Slope&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8406709392036863212-2923357184834120771?l=acloudofstarlings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acloudofstarlings.blogspot.com/feeds/2923357184834120771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8406709392036863212&amp;postID=2923357184834120771' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8406709392036863212/posts/default/2923357184834120771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8406709392036863212/posts/default/2923357184834120771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acloudofstarlings.blogspot.com/2008/10/turner-cody-slippery-slope.html' title='Turner Cody - Slippery Slope'/><author><name>G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08211832893156586779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8406709392036863212.post-7879394336000004281</id><published>2008-10-14T11:11:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T11:11:00.810+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Joe Richardson - Laggard's Warble</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iZY2Yry2APM/SPDKwGH_mRI/AAAAAAAAALE/xi69FBCpBFo/s1600-h/Autogenerated_derived_image.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iZY2Yry2APM/SPDKwGH_mRI/AAAAAAAAALE/xi69FBCpBFo/s400/Autogenerated_derived_image.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255923692768041234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just stumbled across a copy of the sampler put out by the excellent Boy Scout Recordings about a year ago, which features this excellent bit of random from Joe Richardson. Stick it on and do something else and I'll be surprised if you don't come back to your speakers with wide ears and an open brain. The whole sampler can be downloaded for a measly £1.99 &lt;a href="http://tummytouch.greedbag.com/buy/thrifty-brave-and-clean-vol/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; - recommended by me.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://tummytouch.greedbag.com/buy/thrifty-brave-and-clean-vol/"&gt;Joe Richardson&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;a href="http://www.hotlinkfiles.com/files/1939717_1d7w3/12LaggardsWarble.mp3"&gt;Laggard's Warble&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8406709392036863212-7879394336000004281?l=acloudofstarlings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acloudofstarlings.blogspot.com/feeds/7879394336000004281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8406709392036863212&amp;postID=7879394336000004281' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8406709392036863212/posts/default/7879394336000004281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8406709392036863212/posts/default/7879394336000004281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acloudofstarlings.blogspot.com/2008/10/joe-richardson-laggards-warble.html' title='Joe Richardson - Laggard&apos;s Warble'/><author><name>G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08211832893156586779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iZY2Yry2APM/SPDKwGH_mRI/AAAAAAAAALE/xi69FBCpBFo/s72-c/Autogenerated_derived_image.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8406709392036863212.post-223213213234240346</id><published>2008-10-13T11:11:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T12:31:04.778Z</updated><title type='text'>Eugene Francis Jr - Hobo Occupation</title><content type='html'>Supporting Coldplay when they tour this November/December is Eugene Francis Jr, aka Kris Williams, Welsh singer-songwriter. His new single is the country influenced "Hobo Occupation", a ranty wisdom filled monologue, which you can hear &lt;a href="http://www.last.fm/music/Eugene+Francis+Jnr/The+Golden+Beatle/Hobo+Occupation"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. I have a really random remix by Jennifer Gunscare to share with you, which takes what's a relatively simple accompaniment and rearranges it to the point where it sounds like it's on the verge of falling apart. It's weird and fascinating - I'm not sure I &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;like&lt;/span&gt; it exactly but I can't deny that it is interesting. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/eugenefrancisjnr"&gt;Eugene Francis Jr&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;a href="http://www.hotlinkfiles.com/files/1939103_9pcpy/nicHobo_JENNIFERGUNSCAREMIX_.mp3"&gt;Hobo Occupation (Jennifer Gunscare remix)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/DbozFcIvOgY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/DbozFcIvOgY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8406709392036863212-223213213234240346?l=acloudofstarlings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acloudofstarlings.blogspot.com/feeds/223213213234240346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8406709392036863212&amp;postID=223213213234240346' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8406709392036863212/posts/default/223213213234240346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8406709392036863212/posts/default/223213213234240346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acloudofstarlings.blogspot.com/2008/10/eugene-francis-jr-hobo-occupation.html' title='Eugene Francis Jr - Hobo Occupation'/><author><name>G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08211832893156586779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8406709392036863212.post-746198848781895069</id><published>2008-10-12T11:11:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T11:11:00.509+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Max Justus - Seven</title><content type='html'>Haven't posted any electronic without vocals for a really long time and this track off Max Justus' new album, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Five Leaping Leopards&lt;/span&gt;, is pretty sweet. Instrumentals aren't restricted by repetition in the same way as songs tend to be, and it's refreshing to hear someone who's aware of this and wants his music to go somewhere, not just to repeat endlessly. Yey for Mr Justus. Yey and yey again. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://profile.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=user.viewprofile&amp;amp;friendID=1002681"&gt;Max Justus&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;a href="http://www.hotlinkfiles.com/files/1939058_tnljb/mj07.mp3"&gt;Seven&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8406709392036863212-746198848781895069?l=acloudofstarlings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acloudofstarlings.blogspot.com/feeds/746198848781895069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8406709392036863212&amp;postID=746198848781895069' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8406709392036863212/posts/default/746198848781895069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8406709392036863212/posts/default/746198848781895069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acloudofstarlings.blogspot.com/2008/10/max-justus-seven.html' title='Max Justus - Seven'/><author><name>G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08211832893156586779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8406709392036863212.post-9204407156317665886</id><published>2008-10-10T11:11:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T11:11:21.800+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Frank Bango - Summerdress</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;This is my favourite song off &lt;a href="http://acloudofstarlings.blogspot.com/2008/08/album-review-frank-bango-sweet-songs-of.html"&gt;possibly the best album I've heard this year&lt;/a&gt;. Frank Bango, one doth love thee.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.frankbango.com/Frank/home.html"&gt;Frank Bango&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;a href="http://www.hotlinkfiles.com/files/1927122_o8btg/02Summerdress.mp3"&gt;Summerdress&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8406709392036863212-9204407156317665886?l=acloudofstarlings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acloudofstarlings.blogspot.com/feeds/9204407156317665886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8406709392036863212&amp;postID=9204407156317665886' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8406709392036863212/posts/default/9204407156317665886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8406709392036863212/posts/default/9204407156317665886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acloudofstarlings.blogspot.com/2008/10/frank-bango-summerdress.html' title='Frank Bango - Summerdress'/><author><name>G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08211832893156586779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8406709392036863212.post-3341270450725299211</id><published>2008-10-08T11:11:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T11:11:00.528+01:00</updated><title type='text'>We'll Write</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iZY2Yry2APM/SOpyKGyML2I/AAAAAAAAAKk/sNt8r1mp-7k/s1600-h/wellwrite2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iZY2Yry2APM/SOpyKGyML2I/AAAAAAAAAKk/sNt8r1mp-7k/s400/wellwrite2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254137433226489698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes all you can do is laugh. Tom and Pete (above) from We'll Write are apparently convinced that the end of the world is nigh and have decided that they will go down laughing. Good for them. Describing themselves as "the only post-apocalyptic quasi-acoustic indie-folk duo you'll ever need", We'll Write create, as they put it, "amusing ditties about the End Times as a kind of nervous distraction". Moreover, they're giving their album away for free. Presumably this is because money is fairly worthless when everyone and everything that exists is soon to cease. It's called &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Songs For The End Of The World&lt;/span&gt; and there's a new track each month. I like Tom and Pete. Initially I was utterly bemused (I think "what the fuck?" were my exact words on hearing "Demon") but their stuff is good fun and pretty damned awesome to boot. Here's a couple of tracks: "Demon" is from &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;SFTEOTW&lt;/span&gt; (it turns out that does NOT make a nice acronym), while "Lying For The Song" is from an earlier EP, which seems to have been written before the whole post-apocalyptic direction took hold. I'm posting the latter just to show that they're perfectly capable of writing seriously - they just choose not to. Go to their &lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/wellwrite"&gt;space which is mine&lt;/a&gt; for a listen to more or to their &lt;a href="http://www.wellwrite.co.uk/"&gt;website&lt;/a&gt; if you want to download some.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/wellwrite"&gt;We'll Write&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;a href="http://www.wellwrite.co.uk/songsfortheendoftheworld/01_wellwrite_demon.mp3"&gt;Demon&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.wellwrite.co.uk/"&gt;We'll Write&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;a href="http://www.wellwrite.co.uk/music/01_wellwrite_lyingforthesong.mp3"&gt;Lying For The Song&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8406709392036863212-3341270450725299211?l=acloudofstarlings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acloudofstarlings.blogspot.com/feeds/3341270450725299211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8406709392036863212&amp;postID=3341270450725299211' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8406709392036863212/posts/default/3341270450725299211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8406709392036863212/posts/default/3341270450725299211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acloudofstarlings.blogspot.com/2008/10/well-write.html' title='We&apos;ll Write'/><author><name>G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08211832893156586779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iZY2Yry2APM/SOpyKGyML2I/AAAAAAAAAKk/sNt8r1mp-7k/s72-c/wellwrite2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8406709392036863212.post-2492736382724837387</id><published>2008-10-07T11:11:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T11:11:00.193+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Ben Folds - The Frown Song</title><content type='html'>I know I only posted a Ben Folds track a few days ago but this is such a good track it makes me slightly giddy. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.benfolds.com/"&gt;Ben Folds&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;a href="http://www.hotlinkfiles.com/files/1922276_jwuzk/03TheFrownSong.mp3"&gt;The Frown Song&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've read a few blogs where people are saying that &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Way To Normal &lt;/span&gt;is good but not as good as previous albums. While that's a perfectly valid thing to say if it's true, I'm not convinced that it is true in this case. I've noticed that people always say this about artists who've been going for a while and I reckon it's often less about the music that's released, and more about the people who are listening. Nostalgia is a problem. It's the whole rose-tinted lenses thing. When they're thinking about old albums they now love, people tend to forget the things they didn't like when they first listened to it. It's very, very rare that you instantly love everything about an album. Rather, you get very excited about the bits that grab you instantly, and you just like the rest of it. And as you listen more and more, you start to love the bits you didn't quite get to begin with. Pretty soon you'll be loving the whole thing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What I'm saying to you people is that it's important to give yourselves time to fall in love with new music. And to be aware that the more you listen to an album, the more you get to know it, and the more you're gonna like it. If you expect something to be brilliant, it almost inevitably doesn't live up to your expectations (this happened to me with &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Silence of the Lambs&lt;/span&gt;, which left me totally underwhelmed when I first watched it as I was expecting the scariest experience of my life). And that is the end of my sermon and I will shut up now. Here's the lyrics to "The Frown Song".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Tread slowly from the car to the spa&lt;br /&gt;Like a weary war-torn refugee&lt;br /&gt;Crossing the border with your starving child&lt;br /&gt;It's a struggle just to get to shiatsu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Present the waitress with your allergy card&lt;br /&gt;And tell her all your problems&lt;br /&gt;And leave no tip at all&lt;br /&gt;Down to the shoe store with your friends&lt;br /&gt;Speculate who might be fucking the guru&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rock on, rock on, with your fashionable frown&lt;br /&gt;Rock on, rock on, spread the love around&lt;br /&gt;Rock on, rock on, with your fashionable frown&lt;br /&gt;Spread the love around&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you remember how we managed before&lt;br /&gt;We could afford real nervous breakdowns&lt;br /&gt;Or before the Anthropologie store&lt;br /&gt;Was erected on Indian burial grounds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So really don't you see a little of yourself&lt;br /&gt;In the bathroom attendant that you just scowled at&lt;br /&gt;Or the child who's hiding inside&lt;br /&gt;As you wipe the smile off the teenage barista&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're gonna be all right, baby&lt;br /&gt;You're gonna be all right, baby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Floating back from the spa to the car&lt;br /&gt;A state of bliss, and it wasn't the steam room&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes life's not so bad&lt;br /&gt;Now we know who's been fucking the guru&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8406709392036863212-2492736382724837387?l=acloudofstarlings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acloudofstarlings.blogspot.com/feeds/2492736382724837387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8406709392036863212&amp;postID=2492736382724837387' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8406709392036863212/posts/default/2492736382724837387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8406709392036863212/posts/default/2492736382724837387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acloudofstarlings.blogspot.com/2008/10/ben-folds-frown-song.html' title='Ben Folds - The Frown Song'/><author><name>G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08211832893156586779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8406709392036863212.post-2589030701149728587</id><published>2008-10-06T10:26:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T10:53:54.585+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Beirut - My Night With The Prostitute From Marseille</title><content type='html'>I'll be honest, I was seriously considering posting this track even before I heard it, just cause I like the title. Luckily it's pretty fucking awesome, hey? Can't be posting crap. It's just not on. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And on the subject of crap, I am reliably informed by a textbook that I'm reading that when cows poo, the ideal consistency of their poo should be such that when it falls to the ground from their bum, "it should sound like one person clapping slowly, not a round of applause". So there you go. I hope that has enriched your life as much as it has mine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Beirut is Zach Condon from Santa Fe, New Mexico. I have no idea from whence this track hails, as I got it from a friend but his album &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Gulag Orkestar&lt;/span&gt; is the demented mental offspring of our Zachary's drunken trip around Europe and features horns, violins, cello, ukuleles, mandolins, glockenspiels, drums, tambourines, congas, organs, pianos, clarinets and accordions BUT NO GUITARS. Though I guess a ukelele is a kind of guitar. Anyway. Well done Zachary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.beirutband.com/"&gt;Beiru&lt;/a&gt;t - &lt;a href="http://www.hotlinkfiles.com/files/1922037_4zwqh/yNightWithTheProstituteFrom2.mp3"&gt;My Night With The Prostitute From Marseille&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8406709392036863212-2589030701149728587?l=acloudofstarlings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acloudofstarlings.blogspot.com/feeds/2589030701149728587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8406709392036863212&amp;postID=2589030701149728587' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8406709392036863212/posts/default/2589030701149728587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8406709392036863212/posts/default/2589030701149728587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acloudofstarlings.blogspot.com/2008/10/beirut-my-night-with-prostitute-from.html' title='Beirut - My Night With The Prostitute From Marseille'/><author><name>G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08211832893156586779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8406709392036863212.post-8727003814213124553</id><published>2008-10-04T11:11:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T11:11:00.511+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Audrey - Big Ships (remix)</title><content type='html'>There's something really evocative about this track and I don't want to ruin it for myself by thinking too much about it; so, here it is, Big Ships by Audrey remixed by someone or other. You can hear the original on their &lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/audreyswe"&gt;space that is mine&lt;/a&gt;. It's taken off their 2008 album, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Fierce and the Longing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.audrey.se/"&gt;Audrey&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;a href="http://www.hotlinkfiles.com/files/1910492_fdfqz/09BigShips_Remix_.mp3"&gt;Big Ships (remix)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8406709392036863212-8727003814213124553?l=acloudofstarlings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acloudofstarlings.blogspot.com/feeds/8727003814213124553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8406709392036863212&amp;postID=8727003814213124553' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8406709392036863212/posts/default/8727003814213124553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8406709392036863212/posts/default/8727003814213124553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acloudofstarlings.blogspot.com/2008/10/audrey-big-ships-remix.html' title='Audrey - Big Ships (remix)'/><author><name>G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08211832893156586779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8406709392036863212.post-4837967602399300865</id><published>2008-10-03T11:11:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-10-03T11:11:00.723+01:00</updated><title type='text'>The Age Of Rockets - Elephant &amp; Castle</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iZY2Yry2APM/SOTjIpWhdMI/AAAAAAAAAKU/M1LPwGknPsI/s1600-h/159451.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iZY2Yry2APM/SOTjIpWhdMI/AAAAAAAAAKU/M1LPwGknPsI/s400/159451.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252572803099620546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.theageofrockets.com/"&gt;The Age Of Rocket&lt;/a&gt;s - &lt;a href="http://www.hotlinkfiles.com/files/1910464_apuip/04Elephant_Castle.mp3"&gt;Elephant &amp;amp; Castle&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Listen, enjoy, buy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8406709392036863212-4837967602399300865?l=acloudofstarlings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acloudofstarlings.blogspot.com/feeds/4837967602399300865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8406709392036863212&amp;postID=4837967602399300865' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8406709392036863212/posts/default/4837967602399300865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8406709392036863212/posts/default/4837967602399300865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acloudofstarlings.blogspot.com/2008/10/age-of-rockets-elephant-castle.html' title='The Age Of Rockets - Elephant &amp; Castle'/><author><name>G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08211832893156586779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iZY2Yry2APM/SOTjIpWhdMI/AAAAAAAAAKU/M1LPwGknPsI/s72-c/159451.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8406709392036863212.post-4788448467714676914</id><published>2008-10-01T11:11:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-10-03T10:29:51.993+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Astronautalis - The Wondersmith and his sons</title><content type='html'>This tense narrative is the opening track to Astronautalis' third album, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Pomegranate&lt;/span&gt;, released earlier this year. I don't really know what to say about it, other than I'm fascinated, just riveted, by it and feel a pressing need to hear more. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/astronautalis"&gt;Astronautalis&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;a href="http://www.hotlinkfiles.com/files/1901401_0p8gt/100TheWondersmithAndHisSons2.mp3"&gt;The Wondersmith And His Sons&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;EDIT: Just read this post again (and the Beatles one, oh god) - how pretentious do I sound? I've been reading Moby Dick - I'm gonna blame it on the language I've picked up from that - but actually I suspect that my inner pretentious wanker was attempting to burst free. Time to kill him with swearing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8406709392036863212-4788448467714676914?l=acloudofstarlings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acloudofstarlings.blogspot.com/feeds/4788448467714676914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8406709392036863212&amp;postID=4788448467714676914' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8406709392036863212/posts/default/4788448467714676914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8406709392036863212/posts/default/4788448467714676914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acloudofstarlings.blogspot.com/2008/10/astronautalis-wondersmith-and-his-sons.html' title='Astronautalis - The Wondersmith and his sons'/><author><name>G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08211832893156586779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8406709392036863212.post-5175087395204334495</id><published>2008-09-30T11:11:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T11:11:00.598+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Ben Folds - Losing Lisa</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iZY2Yry2APM/SOE5CQHga2I/AAAAAAAAAKM/yae_oEGgbkA/s1600-h/benfolds-mso.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iZY2Yry2APM/SOE5CQHga2I/AAAAAAAAAKM/yae_oEGgbkA/s400/benfolds-mso.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251541351339682658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ben Folds' new album is out today. How shall we celebrate? With a bouncy song about depression? Perfect.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.benfolds.com/"&gt;Ben Folds&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;a href="http://www.hotlinkfiles.com/files/1901426_bhjai/07LosingLisa.mp3"&gt;Losing Lisa&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8406709392036863212-5175087395204334495?l=acloudofstarlings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acloudofstarlings.blogspot.com/feeds/5175087395204334495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8406709392036863212&amp;postID=5175087395204334495' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8406709392036863212/posts/default/5175087395204334495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8406709392036863212/posts/default/5175087395204334495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acloudofstarlings.blogspot.com/2008/09/ben-folds-losing-lisa.html' title='Ben Folds - Losing Lisa'/><author><name>G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08211832893156586779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iZY2Yry2APM/SOE5CQHga2I/AAAAAAAAAKM/yae_oEGgbkA/s72-c/benfolds-mso.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8406709392036863212.post-2591009875866116086</id><published>2008-09-28T12:26:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-10-03T10:29:25.447+01:00</updated><title type='text'>The Beatles - Let It Be</title><content type='html'>It's a strange, troubling and wonderful thing that words can be interpreted in different ways. I was listening to Aled Jones' Sunday Morning radio show on Radio 2 this morning (not through choice) when "Let It Be" came on. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;When I find myself in times of trouble, mother Mary comes to me, &lt;br /&gt;speaking words of wisdom, let it be. &lt;br /&gt;And in my hour of darkness she is standing right in front of me, &lt;br /&gt;speaking words of wisdom, let it be. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let it be, let it be, let it be, let it be. &lt;br /&gt;Whisper words of wisdom, let it be. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when the broken hearted people living in the world agree, &lt;br /&gt;there will be an answer, let it be. &lt;br /&gt;For though they may be parted there is still a chance that they will see, &lt;br /&gt;there will be an answer. let it be. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let it be, let it be, ..... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when the night is cloudy, there is still a light, that shines on me, &lt;br /&gt;shine until tomorrow, let it be. &lt;br /&gt;I wake up to the sound of music, mother Mary comes to me, &lt;br /&gt;speaking words of wisdom, let it be. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let it be, let it be, ..... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Given that Aled Jones's show is basically a christian show (for all that it pretends to be multi-faith) I ended up thinking that the lyrics summed up really well the idea of faith. The song obviously uses religious imagery, that almost goes without saying. I'm really talking about the line "there will be an answer, let it be", which could be interpreted to suggest that you've got to wait for the answer to come from elsewhere. Saying "let it be" is basically saying "have faith". And because I knew that McCartney isn't a Christian I assumed that he was trying to picture things from a Christian's perspective, trying to understand faith. If this were the case then while McCartney might be trying to picture how it would feel to have that kind of faith, he might not necessarily be endorsing it - there's nothing in the song about the answer actually being found or the people in the world no longer being broken-hearted. I guess what I'm trying to say is that he could even be criticising faith by implying that just "letting it be" isn't actually doing any good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This last sentence might be an interpretation too far. It certainly reflects how I feel about life - and I reckon one of the warning signs of over-interpretation is when a song suddenly seems to reflect your own opinion when it didn't five minutes ago! Still it shows how ambiguous words can be. I was mildly suprised to read this paragraph in Wikipedia:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;McCartney explained that his mother—who died of cancer when McCartney was fourteen—was the inspiration for the "Mother Mary" lyric. McCartney later said, "It was great to visit with her again. I felt very blessed to have that dream. So that got me writing 'Let It Be'." He also said—in a later interview about the dream—that his mother had told him, "It will be alright, just let it be."&lt;/blockquote&gt;So it would seem that McCartney probably didn't set out to examine faith! In fact, it would seem from that paragraph that he endorses "letting it be". Not necessarily, but possibly. I don't pretend to have read enough on the subject, and I certainly don't have the finest of minds for interpreting songs.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, this all goes back to what I was saying earlier about the ambiguity of words being both troubling and wonderful. People care deeply about Beatles songs and it's not just because the music is awesome, it's also because the lyrics can be complex and worthy talking about. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.beatles.com/core/home/"&gt;The Beatles&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;a href="http://www.hotlinkfiles.com/files/1893151_wqfn3/2-12LetItBe.mp3"&gt;Let It Be&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8406709392036863212-2591009875866116086?l=acloudofstarlings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acloudofstarlings.blogspot.com/feeds/2591009875866116086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8406709392036863212&amp;postID=2591009875866116086' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8406709392036863212/posts/default/2591009875866116086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8406709392036863212/posts/default/2591009875866116086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acloudofstarlings.blogspot.com/2008/09/beatles-let-it-be.html' title='The Beatles - Let It Be'/><author><name>G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08211832893156586779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8406709392036863212.post-1429289035477024211</id><published>2008-09-25T11:35:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T11:42:22.946+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Radiohead - Reckoner</title><content type='html'>Lovely wonderful Radiohead are, quote, "asking radio stations to play Reckoner", which I guess is the Radiohead equivalent of releasing a single, and they invite us to remix it. Get the bits from &lt;a href="http://phobos.apple.com/WebObjects/MZStore.woa/wa/viewAlbum?id=291094944&amp;amp;s=143444"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.radioheadremix.com/"&gt;Radiohead&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;a href="http://www.fileden.com/files/2008/6/15/1960319/07%20Reckoner.mp3"&gt;Reckoner&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8406709392036863212-1429289035477024211?l=acloudofstarlings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acloudofstarlings.blogspot.com/feeds/1429289035477024211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8406709392036863212&amp;postID=1429289035477024211' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8406709392036863212/posts/default/1429289035477024211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8406709392036863212/posts/default/1429289035477024211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acloudofstarlings.blogspot.com/2008/09/radiohead-reckoner.html' title='Radiohead - Reckoner'/><author><name>G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08211832893156586779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8406709392036863212.post-2839639848153181243</id><published>2008-09-19T11:11:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-09-19T11:11:00.187+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Jesse Dee - My Two Feet</title><content type='html'>Jesse Dee seems to have become an essential part of my daily listening. He inevitably crops up at some point in my head and then acts like an ear worm, burying himself in until I can't help but put the CD on. This trad jazz style track isn't really representative of the CD but it shows he's no one trick pony. (I wonder what trick it is that the famous one-trick pony has?). Jesse's got funk, soul, trad jazz and ballad all down. And what a voice. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jesse Dee released &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Bittersweet Batch&lt;/span&gt; on September the 16th. I'm not trying to push you toward buying it but if you don't, let's be honest, you've failed as a human being. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/jessedee"&gt;Jesse Dee&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;a href="http://www.hotlinkfiles.com/files/1873845_ktooc/05MyTwoFeet.mp3"&gt;My Two Feet&lt;/a&gt; (&lt;a href="http://www.fileden.com/files/2008/6/15/1960319/05%20My%20Two%20Feet.mp3"&gt;alt&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8406709392036863212-2839639848153181243?l=acloudofstarlings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acloudofstarlings.blogspot.com/feeds/2839639848153181243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8406709392036863212&amp;postID=2839639848153181243' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8406709392036863212/posts/default/2839639848153181243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8406709392036863212/posts/default/2839639848153181243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acloudofstarlings.blogspot.com/2008/09/jesse-dee-my-two-feet.html' title='Jesse Dee - My Two Feet'/><author><name>G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08211832893156586779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8406709392036863212.post-7271339934316068585</id><published>2008-09-18T11:11:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T11:11:00.948+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Manic Street Preachers - Australia</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iZY2Yry2APM/SNETvaNd93I/AAAAAAAAAKE/vk1rJ8rhfdo/s1600-h/mancis.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iZY2Yry2APM/SNETvaNd93I/AAAAAAAAAKE/vk1rJ8rhfdo/s400/mancis.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246996746073929586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In some ways the bands you hear when you're first getting into music are the most important ones. They don't just reflect your developing taste, they help shape it. The Manic Street Preachers are one such band for me. When I was about 15 I was roped into playing keyboards at my dad's church and the guitarist there, Adrian, lent me &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Everything Must Go &lt;/span&gt;(1996) and &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;This Is My Truth, Tell Me Yours&lt;/span&gt; (1998) and I devoured them. I'd guess they were about the second band that I really paid attention to (Travis were the first). And I still get excited when I hear lyrics that aim for the same kind of eloquent, idealistic, passionate anger about injustice. Anyway, I found &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Everything Must Go &lt;/span&gt;in my attic a couple of weeks back and have been rediscovering it in the car. "Australia" was the fourth single off this album and suggests band members' reactions to Richie's disappearance.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.manicstreetpreachers.com/07/index"&gt;Manic Street Preachers&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;a href="http://www.hotlinkfiles.com/files/1872679_u5zl6/09Australia.mp3"&gt;Australia&lt;/a&gt; (&lt;a href="http://www.fileden.com/files/2008/6/15/1960319/09%20Australia.mp3"&gt;alt&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8406709392036863212-7271339934316068585?l=acloudofstarlings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acloudofstarlings.blogspot.com/feeds/7271339934316068585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8406709392036863212&amp;postID=7271339934316068585' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8406709392036863212/posts/default/7271339934316068585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8406709392036863212/posts/default/7271339934316068585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acloudofstarlings.blogspot.com/2008/09/manic-street-preachers-australia.html' title='Manic Street Preachers - Australia'/><author><name>G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08211832893156586779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iZY2Yry2APM/SNETvaNd93I/AAAAAAAAAKE/vk1rJ8rhfdo/s72-c/mancis.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8406709392036863212.post-4805954598325837377</id><published>2008-09-16T16:10:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T20:37:14.282+01:00</updated><title type='text'>The Friends - Sleeping</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iZY2Yry2APM/SM0sWa2ou-I/AAAAAAAAAJk/H2iW1fNrF3A/s1600-h/l_b65db02381984e39b1680764c5e78de8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iZY2Yry2APM/SM0sWa2ou-I/AAAAAAAAAJk/H2iW1fNrF3A/s400/l_b65db02381984e39b1680764c5e78de8.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245897904633723874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's another track from The Friends' demo EP. It's so full of promise that I get excited just listening to it. I'm not sure which of the Friends is the lead singer but whoever it is sings with such joyous abandon as to make me grin all over. Yes. Grin all over. You heard me. Someone needs to sign these people, give them a shit load of money and let them make the best record ever. This might sound like hyperbole. I'm not sure it is.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/thefriendsrock"&gt;The Friends&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;a href="http://www.hotlinkfiles.com/files/1868918_imm1q/01Sleeping.mp3"&gt;Sleeping&lt;/a&gt; (&lt;a href="http://www.fileden.com/files/2008/6/15/1960319/01%20Sleeping.mp3"&gt;alt&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Don't be put off by the slightly rough opening to the track (it is a demo, after all) it gets really good shortly after. And Happy Birthday to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8406709392036863212-4805954598325837377?l=acloudofstarlings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acloudofstarlings.blogspot.com/feeds/4805954598325837377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8406709392036863212&amp;postID=4805954598325837377' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8406709392036863212/posts/default/4805954598325837377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8406709392036863212/posts/default/4805954598325837377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acloudofstarlings.blogspot.com/2008/09/friends-joseph-and-mary.html' title='The Friends - Sleeping'/><author><name>G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08211832893156586779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iZY2Yry2APM/SM0sWa2ou-I/AAAAAAAAAJk/H2iW1fNrF3A/s72-c/l_b65db02381984e39b1680764c5e78de8.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8406709392036863212.post-8753603099067967762</id><published>2008-09-15T09:09:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T09:09:00.423+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Innercity Pirates - Compani-animals</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/P6WlbciIAnA&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/P6WlbciIAnA&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all know I love Los Campesinos! but fellow Taffs Innercity Pirates are equally awesome and if this video to "Cockney Sparra" is anything to go by they are going to be big. They released the &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Cockney Sparra EP&lt;/span&gt; back in June. Compani-animals is the third track and just edges it as my favourite, mainly for the lyric "you were my chocolate spread, I was your toasted bread", though there are plenty of gooduns including an East 17 reference - awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/innercitypirates"&gt;Innercity Pirates&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;a href="http://www.hotlinkfiles.com/files/1866328_x7ecx/03Compani-animals.mp3"&gt;Compani-animals&lt;/a&gt; (&lt;a href="http://www.fileden.com/files/2008/6/15/1960319/03%20Compani-animals.mp3"&gt;alt&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8406709392036863212-8753603099067967762?l=acloudofstarlings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acloudofstarlings.blogspot.com/feeds/8753603099067967762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8406709392036863212&amp;postID=8753603099067967762' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8406709392036863212/posts/default/8753603099067967762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8406709392036863212/posts/default/8753603099067967762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acloudofstarlings.blogspot.com/2008/09/innercity-pirates-compani-animals.html' title='Innercity Pirates - Compani-animals'/><author><name>G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08211832893156586779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8406709392036863212.post-4906065331855466457</id><published>2008-09-14T09:09:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-09-14T09:09:01.050+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Faded Paper Figures - North by North</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.fadedpaperfigures.com/feedthemeter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px;" src="http://www.fadedpaperfigures.com/feedthemeter.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think Postal Service with boy-girl vocal harmonies - Faded Paper Figures could be the perfect late night driving soundtrack. Faded Paper Figures are Heather, John and Kael. Their debut album &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dynamo&lt;/span&gt; was released back in July and is available from Tunes of the I and &lt;a href="http://cdbaby.com/cd/fadedpaperfigures"&gt;CDBaby&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fadedpaperfigures.com/"&gt;Faded Paper Figures&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;a href="http://www.hotlinkfiles.com/files/1866313_phefg/67NorthByNorth.mp3"&gt;North by North&lt;/a&gt; (&lt;a href="http://www.fileden.com/files/2008/6/15/1960319/67%20North%20By%20North.mp3"&gt;alt&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8406709392036863212-4906065331855466457?l=acloudofstarlings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acloudofstarlings.blogspot.com/feeds/4906065331855466457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8406709392036863212&amp;postID=4906065331855466457' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8406709392036863212/posts/default/4906065331855466457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8406709392036863212/posts/default/4906065331855466457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acloudofstarlings.blogspot.com/2008/09/faded-paper-figures-north-by-north.html' title='Faded Paper Figures - North by North'/><author><name>G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08211832893156586779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8406709392036863212.post-6462912994175674047</id><published>2008-09-13T09:09:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-09-13T09:09:00.684+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Elle Milano - Laughing All The Way To The Plank</title><content type='html'>Brighton based three piece Elle Milano released their debut album back in April and this tight song of urban dissatisfaction is the opening track. There's a couple of awesome lines in this track. "When getting your attention we go 'SEX SEX SEX SEX'" is the first that I noticed. When I first listened through what stood out most aside from the tight music was them shouting "sex" - and I completely missed the irony. Clearly I'm part of the flat packed furniture generation. I'm also a big fan of "big ideas sound best when on your own".&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="www.myspace.com/ellemilano"&gt;Elle Milano&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;a href="http://www.hotlinkfiles.com/files/1862758_4keqn/1LaughingAllTheWayToThePlank.mp3"&gt;Laughing all the way to the plank&lt;/a&gt; (&lt;a href="http://www.fileden.com/files/2008/6/15/1960319/51%20Laughing%20All%20The%20Way%20To%20The%20Plank.mp3"&gt;alt&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8406709392036863212-6462912994175674047?l=acloudofstarlings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acloudofstarlings.blogspot.com/feeds/6462912994175674047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8406709392036863212&amp;postID=6462912994175674047' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8406709392036863212/posts/default/6462912994175674047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8406709392036863212/posts/default/6462912994175674047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acloudofstarlings.blogspot.com/2008/09/elle-milano-laughing-all-way-to-plank.html' title='Elle Milano - Laughing All The Way To The Plank'/><author><name>G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08211832893156586779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8406709392036863212.post-154214223651173662</id><published>2008-09-12T09:09:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-09-12T09:09:00.740+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Eisley - They All Surrounded Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iZY2Yry2APM/SMglGt4MVKI/AAAAAAAAAJU/Kbogj8CJUvE/s1600-h/sherri_guitar_sm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iZY2Yry2APM/SMglGt4MVKI/AAAAAAAAAJU/Kbogj8CJUvE/s400/sherri_guitar_sm.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244482563397670050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not sure why Sherri Eisley looks so bemused but there's something about this photo I really like. Anyway. On Eisley's website they're teasing us with hints about their new album and photos of the recording session. Damn you Eisley. I want it now! Talk about your instant gratification generation. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is a random track off the Final Noise E.P. from 2006. 'Tis rather good and should whet your appetites for future albumage.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes, I said albumage.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.eisley.com/"&gt;Eisley&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;a href="http://www.hotlinkfiles.com/files/1858578_wtwvg/100TheyAllSurroundedMe.mp3"&gt;They All Surrounded Me&lt;/a&gt; (&lt;a href="http://www.fileden.com/files/2008/6/15/1960319/100%20They%20All%20Surrounded%20Me.mp3"&gt;alt&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Forgive me for rambling with stuff off the top of my head but I think what I like so much about Eisley is the way their voices blend. The way their voices work together reminds me of what Brian Wilson said when he was waxing lyrical about the beautiful blend in the Wilson brothers' voices, and how the voices of Al Jardine, Mike Love and Bruce Johnston didn't blend so well but added a bit of complexity to the sound. Eisley's voices blend so well it's almost as if one person is singing two or three lines at the same time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8406709392036863212-154214223651173662?l=acloudofstarlings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acloudofstarlings.blogspot.com/feeds/154214223651173662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8406709392036863212&amp;postID=154214223651173662' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8406709392036863212/posts/default/154214223651173662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8406709392036863212/posts/default/154214223651173662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acloudofstarlings.blogspot.com/2008/09/eisley-they-all-surrounded-me.html' title='Eisley - They All Surrounded Me'/><author><name>G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08211832893156586779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iZY2Yry2APM/SMglGt4MVKI/AAAAAAAAAJU/Kbogj8CJUvE/s72-c/sherri_guitar_sm.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8406709392036863212.post-8715652190537676723</id><published>2008-09-11T09:09:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T09:09:00.469+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Los Campesinos! - My Year In Lists</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iZY2Yry2APM/SMgb2mIL_hI/AAAAAAAAAJM/Jid3_h62bSw/s1600-h/6984731.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iZY2Yry2APM/SMgb2mIL_hI/AAAAAAAAAJM/Jid3_h62bSw/s400/6984731.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244472390834716178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;You said "send me stationary to make me horny"&lt;br /&gt;So I always write you letters in multicolours&lt;br /&gt;Decorating envelopes for foreplay&lt;br /&gt;Damn extended metaphors - I get carried away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm super duper pooper scooper excited as I've just heard (a little belatedly) that Cardiff-based wunderkinds Los Campesinos! are releasing a new album - already. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hold On Now Youngster &lt;/span&gt;was only released in February. That's pretty damned quick. It's tempting to worry that they haven't had enough time to create something as wonderful as wonderful as &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;HONY &lt;/span&gt;but then when you listen to them you realise that they're pretty damned spontaneous - that's practically the sound of the album. Plus I'm thinking that they must be on a creative roll. Why waste it? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My Year In Lists is about my favourite track on &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;HONY&lt;/span&gt;: great lyrics and great music. There's something a little knowingly self-indulgent about some Los Campesinos! lyrics, as the opening lines show.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.loscampesinos.com"&gt;Los Campesinos!&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;a href="http://www.hotlinkfiles.com/files/1858492_htbaf/05MyYearInLists.mp3"&gt;My Year In Lists&lt;/a&gt; (&lt;a href="http://www.fileden.com/files/2008/6/15/1960319/05%20My%20Year%20In%20Lists.mp3"&gt;alt&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Los Campesinos!'s new album, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;We Are Beautiful, We Are Doomed&lt;/span&gt;, is released on October the 13th and they're touring the UK straight after.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8406709392036863212-8715652190537676723?l=acloudofstarlings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acloudofstarlings.blogspot.com/feeds/8715652190537676723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8406709392036863212&amp;postID=8715652190537676723' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8406709392036863212/posts/default/8715652190537676723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8406709392036863212/posts/default/8715652190537676723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acloudofstarlings.blogspot.com/2008/09/los-campesinos-my-year-in-lists.html' title='Los Campesinos! - My Year In Lists'/><author><name>G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08211832893156586779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iZY2Yry2APM/SMgb2mIL_hI/AAAAAAAAAJM/Jid3_h62bSw/s72-c/6984731.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8406709392036863212.post-8244863318046535812</id><published>2008-09-10T09:09:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T09:09:01.073+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Drug Rug - Day I Die</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://userserve-ak.last.fm/serve/_/593935.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px;" src="http://userserve-ak.last.fm/serve/_/593935.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fancy a laid-back singalong? Here's one from Drug Rug, except it's more. The closing instrumental brings in what sounds like a sample of orchestral strings in vibrato mode. Class. Drug Rug are from Cambridge MA and look like very nice people. I'm especially loving the snake bodywarmer. I'd find out more but it would get in the way of me listening. Just take a listen. Go on.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/drugrugdude"&gt;Drug Rug&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;a href="http://www.hotlinkfiles.com/files/1853704_tzl0w/19DayIDie.mp3"&gt;Day I Die&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8406709392036863212-8244863318046535812?l=acloudofstarlings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acloudofstarlings.blogspot.com/feeds/8244863318046535812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8406709392036863212&amp;postID=8244863318046535812' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8406709392036863212/posts/default/8244863318046535812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8406709392036863212/posts/default/8244863318046535812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acloudofstarlings.blogspot.com/2008/09/drug-rug-day-i-die.html' title='Drug Rug - Day I Die'/><author><name>G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08211832893156586779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8406709392036863212.post-2491704319517554107</id><published>2008-09-09T09:09:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T09:09:00.400+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Super Furry Animals - Cloudberries</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://images.amazon.com/images/P/B000A78Z7S.01._SCLZZZZZZZ_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px;" src="http://images.amazon.com/images/P/B000A78Z7S.01._SCLZZZZZZZ_.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've just found &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Love Kraft&lt;/span&gt;, a lost and much-missed Super Furry Animals album, in my attic. The Furries are so varied it's hard to sum them up unless you plump for the word eclectic. Love Kraft was a little more downbeat (though this is by no means true of the whole thing) than some Furry albums and as such is one of my favourites. Cloudberries is one of the two last songs, both of which are beautiful.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An unofficial website, &lt;a href="http://www.superfurry.org/lyrics.php"&gt;superfurry.org&lt;/a&gt;, gives these as the lyrics - the numbered bits are presumably the titles of the three musical sections:&lt;div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;1. humming bird&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She came into the room&lt;br /&gt;Didn't know her name&lt;br /&gt;How I danced inside&lt;br /&gt;No one to confide&lt;br /&gt;In the darkest winter&lt;br /&gt;I made a sound like a long lost humming bird&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. friends of friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took a CIRCLE of friends&lt;br /&gt;To the village SQUARE&lt;br /&gt;Old love TRIANGLES&lt;br /&gt;Made us so aware&lt;br /&gt;Of a distant era&lt;br /&gt;But we're still here&lt;br /&gt;To sing as humming birds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. locust death march &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.superfurry.com/"&gt;Super Furry Animals&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;a href="http://www.hotlinkfiles.com/files/1852037_ad2xr/11Cloudberries.mp3"&gt;Cloudberries&lt;/a&gt; (&lt;a href="http://www.fileden.com/files/2008/6/15/1960319/11%20Cloudberries.mp3"&gt;alt&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8406709392036863212-2491704319517554107?l=acloudofstarlings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acloudofstarlings.blogspot.com/feeds/2491704319517554107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8406709392036863212&amp;postID=2491704319517554107' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8406709392036863212/posts/default/2491704319517554107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8406709392036863212/posts/default/2491704319517554107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acloudofstarlings.blogspot.com/2008/09/super-furry-animals-cloudberries.html' title='Super Furry Animals - Cloudberries'/><author><name>G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08211832893156586779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8406709392036863212.post-1010251841736185487</id><published>2008-09-08T09:17:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-09-08T10:01:15.067+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Dr Dog - The Old Days</title><content type='html'>Honky-tonk arpeggios anyone? Apparently Dr Dog have been making this kind of rootsy psychadelica for years. All I can say is I wish someone in the US had told me. Goddamn you America! Why would you nurture something so beautiful and then keep it to yourself? This track is taken from their fifth studio album, &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Fate_(Dr._Dog_album)"&gt;Fate&lt;/a&gt;, which was released this year. And I missed it. What a loser I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.drdogmusic.com/"&gt;Dr Dog&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;a href="http://www.hotlinkfiles.com/files/1849673_1l86e/97TheOldDays.mp3"&gt;The Old Days&lt;/a&gt; (&lt;a href="http://www.fileden.com/files/2008/6/15/1960319/97%20The%20Old%20Days.mp3"&gt;alt&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8406709392036863212-1010251841736185487?l=acloudofstarlings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acloudofstarlings.blogspot.com/feeds/1010251841736185487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8406709392036863212&amp;postID=1010251841736185487' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8406709392036863212/posts/default/1010251841736185487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8406709392036863212/posts/default/1010251841736185487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acloudofstarlings.blogspot.com/2008/09/dr-dog-old-days.html' title='Dr Dog - The Old Days'/><author><name>G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08211832893156586779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8406709392036863212.post-7688519862325642699</id><published>2008-09-07T09:09:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-09-07T09:09:00.687+01:00</updated><title type='text'>The Friends - I Fell In Love With A Ghost</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iZY2Yry2APM/SML53kjGIKI/AAAAAAAAAJE/otZWdr32cj0/s1600-h/n14641374775_480415_5299.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iZY2Yry2APM/SML53kjGIKI/AAAAAAAAAJE/otZWdr32cj0/s400/n14641374775_480415_5299.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243027649311678626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Couple of days ago I was sitting in the car, listening to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Pet Sounds&lt;/span&gt;, wishing there were more Beach Boys-loving bands who wore their hearts on their sleeves. The cosmic doodoo must have been listening - he should have been as we have a special arrangement - because next time I checked my email, The Friends had emailed me with their Demo EP. Here's the exuberant "I Fell In Love With A Ghost", complete with full on vocal harmony including some "doo wah wah wahs". There aren't enough "doo wah wah wahs" in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like The Friends very much. Nothing sounds better than people enjoying themselves, and The Friends are so wonderfully joyful as to make the world feel that little bit warmer. I really can't wait to here a proper studio recording. They're going to be featured here frequently until they sell their first gold record. (I've already warned them that gold isn't a very practical material but they seem determined.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/thefriendsrock"&gt;The Friends&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;a href="http://www.hotlinkfiles.com/files/1844255_vb1bv/03IFellInLoveWithAGhost.mp3"&gt;I Fell In Love With A Ghost&lt;/a&gt; (&lt;a href="http://www.fileden.com/files/2008/6/15/1960319/03%20I%20Fell%20In%20Love%20With%20A%20Ghost.mp3"&gt;alt&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8406709392036863212-7688519862325642699?l=acloudofstarlings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acloudofstarlings.blogspot.com/feeds/7688519862325642699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8406709392036863212&amp;postID=7688519862325642699' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8406709392036863212/posts/default/7688519862325642699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8406709392036863212/posts/default/7688519862325642699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acloudofstarlings.blogspot.com/2008/09/friends-i-fell-in-love-with-ghost.html' title='The Friends - I Fell In Love With A Ghost'/><author><name>G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08211832893156586779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iZY2Yry2APM/SML53kjGIKI/AAAAAAAAAJE/otZWdr32cj0/s72-c/n14641374775_480415_5299.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8406709392036863212.post-2168168312725842648</id><published>2008-09-06T09:09:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-09-06T09:09:01.011+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Rufus Wainwright - Between My Legs</title><content type='html'>There are many great things about Rufus Wainwright but I must confess that it was the filth and innuendo that first got me interested. Have you heard Gay Messiah? That made me lol, as my brother is wont to say. This isn't quite as filthy but so so compelling. It's off his last album of his own music, 2007's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Release The Stars&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.rufuswainwright.com/"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rufus Wainwright&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;a href="http://www.fileden.com/files/2008/6/15/1960319/05-rufus_wainwright-between_my_legs.mp3"&gt;Between My Legs&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8406709392036863212-2168168312725842648?l=acloudofstarlings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acloudofstarlings.blogspot.com/feeds/2168168312725842648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8406709392036863212&amp;postID=2168168312725842648' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8406709392036863212/posts/default/2168168312725842648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8406709392036863212/posts/default/2168168312725842648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acloudofstarlings.blogspot.com/2008/09/rufus-wainwright-between-my-legs.html' title='Rufus Wainwright - Between My Legs'/><author><name>G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08211832893156586779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8406709392036863212.post-6940354981257454244</id><published>2008-09-05T09:09:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-09-05T09:09:00.484+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Harry Nilsson - Everybody's Talkin'</title><content type='html'>There's something indescribably good about this classic. It's not just that it was on the soundtrack to a really good movie, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Midnight Cowboy&lt;/span&gt;, a frank dealing with sex and money and dissolution that won 3 Oscars in 1969 (it's also on the soundtrack to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Forrest Gump&lt;/span&gt;). It's the sense of hope/escapism in the lyrics. It's Nilsson's unique voice. It's the combination of the strings and the guitars. It's all of the above (and I think it's also partly a sense of nostalgia on my part). Anyway, if you don't have it, listen and and treasure it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Harry_Nilsson"&gt;Harry Nilsson&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;a href="http://www.fileden.com/files/2008/6/15/1960319/2-06%20Everybodys%20Talkin.mp3"&gt;Everybody's Talkin'&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8406709392036863212-6940354981257454244?l=acloudofstarlings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acloudofstarlings.blogspot.com/feeds/6940354981257454244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8406709392036863212&amp;postID=6940354981257454244' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8406709392036863212/posts/default/6940354981257454244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8406709392036863212/posts/default/6940354981257454244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acloudofstarlings.blogspot.com/2008/09/harry-nilsson-everybodys-talkin.html' title='Harry Nilsson - Everybody&apos;s Talkin&apos;'/><author><name>G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08211832893156586779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8406709392036863212.post-1275088244171327308</id><published>2008-09-04T09:09:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-09-04T09:09:00.726+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Calexico - Two Silver Trees</title><content type='html'>This track grabbed me straight off. It's track 2 off Calexico's sixth album, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Carried To Dust&lt;/span&gt;, which is released on the 9th of this very month. That's soon, people - do you have your wallets ready?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.casadecalexico.com/index.php"&gt;Calexico&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;a href="http://www.touchandgorecords.com/calexicostream/Two_Silver_Trees.mp3"&gt;Two Silver Trees&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8406709392036863212-1275088244171327308?l=acloudofstarlings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acloudofstarlings.blogspot.com/feeds/1275088244171327308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8406709392036863212&amp;postID=1275088244171327308' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8406709392036863212/posts/default/1275088244171327308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8406709392036863212/posts/default/1275088244171327308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acloudofstarlings.blogspot.com/2008/09/calexico-two-silver-trees.html' title='Calexico - Two Silver Trees'/><author><name>G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08211832893156586779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8406709392036863212.post-2129082892491033168</id><published>2008-09-03T11:16:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T11:39:51.116+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Late Of The Pier - The Enemy Are The Future</title><content type='html'>Given that it's Wednesday, and (tongue firmly in cheek) "Wednesday is Mental Day", you should be listening to this. It's nu-rave youngsters Late of the Pier&lt;a href="http://acloudofstarlings.blogspot.com/2008/07/late-of-pier-space-and-woods.html"&gt; again&lt;/a&gt;, easily one of the most exciting bands I've heard this year. I have absolutely no idea what's going on in this track - and it's glorious. It's either a recorded-as-is live jam of the most inspired kind, or they're very good at recreating that vibe. It goes from David Bowie to Justice inspired breakdown via the Flaming Lips. It's schitzophrenic but cohesive, eclectic but united. More importantly than that it makes me want to dance like a twat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lateofthepier.com/"&gt;Late Of The Pier&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;a href="http://www.hotlinkfiles.com/files/1837752_apkrw/91TheEnemyAreTheFuture.mp3"&gt;The Enemy Are The Future&lt;/a&gt; (&lt;a href="http://www.fileden.com/files/2008/6/15/1960319/91%20The%20Enemy%20Are%20The%20Future.mp3"&gt;alt&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8406709392036863212-2129082892491033168?l=acloudofstarlings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acloudofstarlings.blogspot.com/feeds/2129082892491033168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8406709392036863212&amp;postID=2129082892491033168' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8406709392036863212/posts/default/2129082892491033168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8406709392036863212/posts/default/2129082892491033168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acloudofstarlings.blogspot.com/2008/09/late-of-pier-enemy-are-future.html' title='Late Of The Pier - The Enemy Are The Future'/><author><name>G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08211832893156586779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8406709392036863212.post-9003447484233337557</id><published>2008-09-02T09:09:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T09:09:00.927+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Captain - Keep An Open Mind</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Suck the iron from my blood&lt;br /&gt;And fashion into a small nail&lt;br /&gt;Bang into your head&lt;br /&gt;For all of things I've said&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/blockquote&gt;Isn't that class? "Keep An Open Mind" is the title track of Captain's new EP. If you can bear the fact that it's been picked up by Topshop then I think you'll love it. The reactionary left-winger in me bloody hates Topshop and the way it attempts to seem less corporate and evil by playing relatively unknown indie music in its stores. Goddamn you Topshop!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Captain are from London town. They have an extremely &lt;a href="http://www.last.fm/music/Captain/+wiki"&gt;yukky biography&lt;/a&gt; up on last.fm ("conceived to sidestep the fashionistas and stand egoless next to their heroes", anyone?") but are actually pretty damned good, despite the best attempts of their promoter to make them sound like they live up his unwashed arse. Track 4 on the EP, "Satillites" is particularly nice, especially the yummy girl-boy vocal harmonies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.netvibes.com/captaintheband"&gt;Captain&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;a href="http://www.hotlinkfiles.com/files/1832499_o5wgj/48KeepAnOpenMind.mp3"&gt;Keep An Open Mind&lt;/a&gt; (&lt;a href="http://www.fileden.com/files/2008/6/15/1960319/48%20Keep%20An%20Open%20Mind.mp3"&gt;alt&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8406709392036863212-9003447484233337557?l=acloudofstarlings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acloudofstarlings.blogspot.com/feeds/9003447484233337557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8406709392036863212&amp;postID=9003447484233337557' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8406709392036863212/posts/default/9003447484233337557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8406709392036863212/posts/default/9003447484233337557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acloudofstarlings.blogspot.com/2008/09/captain-keep-open-mind.html' title='Captain - Keep An Open Mind'/><author><name>G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08211832893156586779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8406709392036863212.post-1418116174125111672</id><published>2008-08-31T09:09:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T11:43:42.395+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Album review: The Gabe Dixon Band</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/gabedixonband"&gt;The Gabe Dixon Band&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;a href="http://www.fileden.com/files/2008/6/15/1960319/06%20Till%20Youre%20Gone.mp3"&gt;Till You're Gone&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iZY2Yry2APM/SLkxY8kD3eI/AAAAAAAAAI8/34Mw1XfEWws/s1600-h/Favorite-Puppy-Names.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iZY2Yry2APM/SLkxY8kD3eI/AAAAAAAAAI8/34Mw1XfEWws/s400/Favorite-Puppy-Names.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240273946066279906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That picture pretty much sums up how I feel about the Gabe Dixon Band. Like &lt;a href="http://popdose.com/listening-booth-the-gabe-dixon-band-the-gabe-dixon-band/"&gt;Jeff Giles on Popdose.com&lt;/a&gt; I got about 20 emails from a promoter and then received an unasked for review copy of the CD in the post. Via airmail. These guys are keen. Like the puppy, these guys really want to be loved. And listening to them is a bit like looking at the puppy: pleasant, inoffensive, even quite charming at times. There's nothing wrong with labrador puppies in themselves. But to me they're dogs for people who plump for the easy option. Why would you have a labrador when you could have an powerful and beautiful german shepherd? Or a super intelligent collie?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Gabe Dixon Band are the labrador of the music world. They make perfectly pleasant - accomplished, even - piano driven music. This would be completely fine if I'd not heard Ben Folds' finest moments. Let's do a comparison. Lyrics first. The best word to describe Gabe Dixon's lyrics is "earnest". Here's some taken from track 3, "Further The Sky":&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;When you don't know when you're going and you don't know why&lt;br /&gt;It feels like another day is bleeding into the night&lt;br /&gt;Lay your head on my chest while my beating heart pounds out the secret of this life&lt;br /&gt;The higher you reach, the further the sky&lt;br /&gt;The more miles you walk, the longer the road [etc etc]&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ben Folds does earnest at times but when he does it there's a serious purpose. "Brick" springs to mind: a moving and at times inspired recalling of his teenage girlfriend getting an abortion. Or "Losing Lisa": the story of a girl who commits suicide, writen with complex, allusive lyrics to an ironically upbeat accompaniment. Gabe Dixon's lyrics aren't bad by any means but they are never more than middle of the road retellings of loves lost and gained that use the same old metaphors ("new day dawns" or "highway as metaphor for earning love" - that last one is used &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;twice&lt;/span&gt;) that are so generalised as to lose all real emotional connection. The ones I quoted above are fairly typical. There's nothing wrong with them, it's just that we've heard it all before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The same goes for the music. It's fine. Just fine. Gabe is a very good pianist and the piano sounds lovely throughout but none of the writing is that exciting. The opening track is early Keane through and through, and god knows that's been done enough. Later tracks are better (particularly Till You're Gone, which you can listen to above) but it's a bit like listening to someone driving exactly at the middle of the road - safe and just a little bit boring.* Till You're Gone is as close as Gabe gets to cutting loose and going wild. What really gets me is that Gabe purports to play prepared piano at some point on this album. This has the potential to make things very interesting as prepared piano can sound completely nuts - John Cage wrote a series of pieces called Sonatas and Interludes for Prepared Piano which sounds quite a lot like a Indonesian gamelan - but having listened through the album a few times on various different speakers I still have no idea where the prepared piano comes in. If you're going to use a prepared piano, actually &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;use &lt;/span&gt;it. Not making it audible is like taking your hands off the steering wheel to scare your passenger before revealing that you've got a car that can drive itself in the middle of the road just as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel bad about being mean to Gabe and the labrador puppy. There's nothing wrong with either of them. It's just that as I listen I find myself wanting to be challenged and I never am. The lyrics aren't going to make you reevaluate your life or see something completely differently for the first time and you're never going to get that wonderful thing with challenging music where you initially go "what the fuck?", then suddenly get it, and then it becomes the most exciting thing in your life up 'til now.** Or the thing where you're so dazzled by how well someone plays or how complex a chord sequence is that you're literally mesmerised. Gabe Dixon Band is none of these things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish Gabe well. I'm just puzzled as to why his promotion guys are working the blogs so hard. Most mp3 bloggers are serious to the point of being fanatical about music. They want to be challenged. They want to be inspired. The Gabe Dixon Band is the kind of music they play as the token bit of contemporary on BBC Radio 2 in the daytime. Mp3 bloggers want BBC 6 Music, or at least late night BBC Radio 1. This is the only time I'm &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;ever&lt;/span&gt; going to give advice to promotional people - BBC Radio 2 is where it's at for the Gabe Dixon Band. It's not that there aren't people out there who aren't going to love this music, it's just not the bloggers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be honest, it's my mum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Actually, that middle of the road metaphor doesn't really work, does it? I mean if you're right in the middle of the road, half of your vehicle is in the wrong lane causing havok.&lt;br /&gt;** That's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'til&lt;/span&gt;, Gabe, not &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;till&lt;/span&gt;. A till is something you put cash in. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;EDIT: Turns out I'm wrong about that. Apologies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8406709392036863212-1418116174125111672?l=acloudofstarlings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acloudofstarlings.blogspot.com/feeds/1418116174125111672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8406709392036863212&amp;postID=1418116174125111672' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8406709392036863212/posts/default/1418116174125111672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8406709392036863212/posts/default/1418116174125111672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acloudofstarlings.blogspot.com/2008/08/album-review-gabe-dixon-band.html' title='Album review: The Gabe Dixon Band'/><author><name>G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08211832893156586779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iZY2Yry2APM/SLkxY8kD3eI/AAAAAAAAAI8/34Mw1XfEWws/s72-c/Favorite-Puppy-Names.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8406709392036863212.post-8288793726337903482</id><published>2008-08-30T09:09:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-08-30T09:09:01.108+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Jesse Dee - Alright</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iZY2Yry2APM/SLhTlbcNmUI/AAAAAAAAAI0/Slmz4751g_c/s1600-h/jessedee_cover.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iZY2Yry2APM/SLhTlbcNmUI/AAAAAAAAAI0/Slmz4751g_c/s400/jessedee_cover.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240030068931926338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the opening track to Boston based soul man Jesse Dee's wonderful debut album, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Bittersweet Batch&lt;/span&gt;. It's like a contemporary summing up of everything that was great about soul music. Funky bass lines, throbbing hammond organs, great big band writing, good lyrics sung with feeling. And boy, Jesse sure can sing.  His voice can be delicate or powerful, soft or harsh, and he can jump an octave apparently without thinking. Highly recommended.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/jessedee"&gt;Jesse Dee&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;a href="http://www.fileden.com/files/2008/6/15/1960319/01%20Alright.mp3"&gt;Alright&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8406709392036863212-8288793726337903482?l=acloudofstarlings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acloudofstarlings.blogspot.com/feeds/8288793726337903482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8406709392036863212&amp;postID=8288793726337903482' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8406709392036863212/posts/default/8288793726337903482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8406709392036863212/posts/default/8288793726337903482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acloudofstarlings.blogspot.com/2008/08/jesse-dee-alright.html' title='Jesse Dee - Alright'/><author><name>G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08211832893156586779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iZY2Yry2APM/SLhTlbcNmUI/AAAAAAAAAI0/Slmz4751g_c/s72-c/jessedee_cover.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8406709392036863212.post-6938606300955241754</id><published>2008-08-28T09:09:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T09:09:00.288+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Monsters are Waiting - I Wanna Be Adored</title><content type='html'>Los Angeles based Monsters Are Waiting have a new EP out called "Ones And Zeros". I haven't yet heard the whole thing but the title track is currently spinning through my head like a catherine wheel in a gale (you can check out the video at the bottom of the post) and if that's any indication it should pretty awesome. Here's a preview of the EP, track 5 of 6, a mental cover of The Stone Roses' "I Wanna Be Adored". You can &lt;a href="http://www.monstersarewaiting.com/store/"&gt;preorder it on their website&lt;/a&gt; (I never understand why bands don't do this more often).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monsters Are Waiting - &lt;a href="http://www.hotlinkfiles.com/files/1741964_rqb3h/05IWannaBeAdored.mp3"&gt;I Wanna Be Adored&lt;/a&gt; (&lt;a href="http://www.fileden.com/files/2008/6/15/1960319/05%20I%20Wanna%20Be%20Adored.mp3"&gt;alt&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://vids.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=vids.individual&amp;videoid=40767443"&gt;Monsters Are Waiting - Ones and Zeros&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;object width="425px" height="360px" &gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"/&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://mediaservices.myspace.com/services/media/embed.aspx/m=40767443,t=1,mt=video"/&gt;&lt;embed src="http://mediaservices.myspace.com/services/media/embed.aspx/m=40767443,t=1,mt=video" width="425" height="360" allowFullScreen="true" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8406709392036863212-6938606300955241754?l=acloudofstarlings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acloudofstarlings.blogspot.com/feeds/6938606300955241754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8406709392036863212&amp;postID=6938606300955241754' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8406709392036863212/posts/default/6938606300955241754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8406709392036863212/posts/default/6938606300955241754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acloudofstarlings.blogspot.com/2008/08/monsters-are-waiting-i-wanna-be-adored.html' title='Monsters are Waiting - I Wanna Be Adored'/><author><name>G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08211832893156586779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8406709392036863212.post-487561457943753050</id><published>2008-08-27T09:09:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T09:09:00.529+01:00</updated><title type='text'>The Bamboos - King of the Rodeo (Kings of Leon cover, feat. Megan Washington)</title><content type='html'>Oh my good god this is funky. Since listening to that documentary about Brian Wilson's production methods yesterday and hearing the hammond close up I'm thinking there should be more funky organs. I might just have to purchase one. Anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Bamboos are "Australia's premier Deep Funk outfit", or so gushes last.fm. I'll be honest, I've never heard of them before today but I caught this track on Gary Crowley's show on 6 music just now and fell just a little bit in love. I shall find out more and report back. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thebamboos.com/"&gt;The Bamboos&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;a href="http://www.hotlinkfiles.com/files/1726053_pfzvs/he-bamboos-king-of-the-rodeo.mp3"&gt;King of the Rodeo (feat Megan Washington)&lt;/a&gt; (&lt;a href="http://www.fileden.com/files/2008/6/15/1960319/the-bamboos-king-of-the-rodeo.mp3"&gt;alt&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8406709392036863212-487561457943753050?l=acloudofstarlings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acloudofstarlings.blogspot.com/feeds/487561457943753050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8406709392036863212&amp;postID=487561457943753050' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8406709392036863212/posts/default/487561457943753050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8406709392036863212/posts/default/487561457943753050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acloudofstarlings.blogspot.com/2008/08/bamboos-king-of-rodeo-kings-of-leon.html' title='The Bamboos - King of the Rodeo (Kings of Leon cover, feat. Megan Washington)'/><author><name>G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08211832893156586779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8406709392036863212.post-4484471838643132189</id><published>2008-08-26T14:06:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2008-08-30T14:24:26.373+01:00</updated><title type='text'>The Beach Boys - I Know There's An Answer</title><content type='html'>I was originally going to post this track because I think the bass harmonica solo is fucking awesome, but I was just reading the lyrics and noticed how rich they are. Could Brian Wilson's words be addressed to himself? Either way, he's a very talented lyricist. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EDIT (30/08/08): Embarrassingly, Brian Wilson didn't write the words, Mike Love and Terry Sachen did. Noone told me this, I just happened to wonder about it about a week after writing the post. Goddamn. Still, bloody good lyrics!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;I know so many people who think they can do it alone&lt;br /&gt;They isolate their heads and stay in their saftey zones&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now what can you tell them&lt;br /&gt;And what can you say that won't make them defensive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know there's an answer&lt;br /&gt;I know now but I have to find it by myself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They come on like they're peaceful&lt;br /&gt;But inside they're so uptight&lt;br /&gt;They trip through their day&lt;br /&gt;And waste all their thoughts at night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now how can I come on&lt;br /&gt;And tell them the way that they live could be better&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know there's an answer&lt;br /&gt;I know now but I have to find it by myself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now how can I come on&lt;br /&gt;And tell them the way that they live could be better&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know there's an answer&lt;br /&gt;I know now but I have to find it by myself &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;       The Beach Boys - &lt;a href="http://www.hotlinkfiles.com/files/1724947_m15gv/09IKnowThere_sAnAnswer.mp3"&gt;I Know There's An Answer&lt;/a&gt; (or &lt;a href="http://www.fileden.com/files/2008/6/15/1960319/iknowtheresananswer.mp3"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EDIT: There's a fascinating and in depth documentary available on the BBC iplayer from a couple of days ago about Brian Wilson's record producing technique - clicky &lt;a href="http://www.bbc.co.uk/iplayer/episode/b00d3l3w/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8406709392036863212-4484471838643132189?l=acloudofstarlings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acloudofstarlings.blogspot.com/feeds/4484471838643132189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8406709392036863212&amp;postID=4484471838643132189' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8406709392036863212/posts/default/4484471838643132189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8406709392036863212/posts/default/4484471838643132189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acloudofstarlings.blogspot.com/2008/08/beach-boys-i-know-theres-answer.html' title='The Beach Boys - I Know There&apos;s An Answer'/><author><name>G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08211832893156586779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8406709392036863212.post-1159402405183282471</id><published>2008-08-23T09:09:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-08-23T09:09:01.133+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Radiohead - Idioteque</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://news.google.co.uk/news?hl=en&amp;amp;q=russia+georgia&amp;amp;ie=UTF-8&amp;amp;nolr=1&amp;amp;sa=N&amp;amp;start=10"&gt;Who's&lt;/a&gt; in bunker?&lt;br /&gt;Who's in bunker?&lt;br /&gt;Women and children first&lt;br /&gt;And the children first&lt;br /&gt;And the children&lt;br /&gt;I'll laugh until my head comes off&lt;br /&gt;I'll swallow till I burst&lt;br /&gt;Until I burst&lt;br /&gt;Until I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who's in bunker?&lt;br /&gt;Who's in bunker?&lt;br /&gt;I have seen too much&lt;br /&gt;You haven't seen enough&lt;br /&gt;You haven't seen it&lt;br /&gt;I'll laugh until my head comes off&lt;br /&gt;Women and children first&lt;br /&gt;And children first&lt;br /&gt;And children&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here I'm allowed&lt;br /&gt;Everything all of the time&lt;br /&gt;Here I'm allowed&lt;br /&gt;Everything all of the time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ice age coming&lt;br /&gt;Ice age coming&lt;br /&gt;Let me hear both sides&lt;br /&gt;Let me hear both sides&lt;br /&gt;Let me hear both&lt;br /&gt;Ice age coming&lt;br /&gt;Ice age coming&lt;br /&gt;Throw them in the fire&lt;br /&gt;Throw them in the fire&lt;br /&gt;Throw them in the&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;We're not scaremongering&lt;br /&gt;This is really happening&lt;br /&gt;Happening&lt;br /&gt;We're not scaremongering&lt;br /&gt;This is really happening&lt;br /&gt;Happening&lt;br /&gt;Mobiles quirking&lt;br /&gt;Mobiles chirping&lt;br /&gt;Take the money and run&lt;br /&gt;Take the money and run&lt;br /&gt;Take the money&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.radiohead.com/deadairspace/"&gt;Radiohead&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;a href="http://www.hotlinkfiles.com/files/1712229_36hxu/08Idioteque.mp3"&gt;Idioteque&lt;/a&gt; (&lt;a href="http://www.fileden.com/files/2008/6/15/1960319/08%20Idioteque.mp3"&gt;alt&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8406709392036863212-1159402405183282471?l=acloudofstarlings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acloudofstarlings.blogspot.com/feeds/1159402405183282471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8406709392036863212&amp;postID=1159402405183282471' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8406709392036863212/posts/default/1159402405183282471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8406709392036863212/posts/default/1159402405183282471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acloudofstarlings.blogspot.com/2008/08/radiohead-idioteque.html' title='Radiohead - Idioteque'/><author><name>G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08211832893156586779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8406709392036863212.post-2810189617888172968</id><published>2008-08-22T09:09:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T09:09:00.610+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Eels - P.S. You Rock My World</title><content type='html'>I confess, I've barely listened to anything but &lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/frankbango"&gt;Frank Bango&lt;/a&gt; since I got his album, so I'm finding it hard to think about any other music. HOWEVER. I'm posting this track because some of his lyrics remind me of the Eels. You'll need to read &lt;a href="http://acloudofstarlings.blogspot.com/2008/08/album-review-frank-bango-sweet-songs-of.html"&gt;yesterdays post&lt;/a&gt; if you're not sure what I'm on about - Frank Bango is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;very &lt;/span&gt;highly recommended.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E of the Eels has had a very dark life and is very capable of dwelling on it - there have been a couple of times when I confess to having found him a bit self-indulgent - but can be brilliant and he's at his best where he works through all the shit to get to some kind of optimism. That's the basic narrative of two of his albums, most obviously the most recent one, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Blinking Lights and Other Revelations&lt;/span&gt;, but also 1998's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Electro-shock Blues&lt;/span&gt;, which opens with the destitute "Elizabeth on the bathroom floor", the lyrics of which were assembled from the diary of E's late sister Elizabeth - she had committed suicide. Choice lyric: 'My name's Elizabeth / My life is shit and piss'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iZY2Yry2APM/SK3VduKl_wI/AAAAAAAAAIU/Ss38GbgFF2Y/s1600-h/eels.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iZY2Yry2APM/SK3VduKl_wI/AAAAAAAAAIU/Ss38GbgFF2Y/s400/eels.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237076648287141634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd argue that &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Electro-shock Blues&lt;/span&gt; is the best album E has ever produced, partly because the lyrics and music are great all the way through, but due in large part to fact that there's a really coherent narrative in which you can follow E's reaction to his sister's suicide (and other horrid happenings). It literally goes from dark to light - via mental. "P.S. You Rock My World" is the final track and what a way to go out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://eelstheband.com/"&gt;Eels&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;a href="http://www.hotlinkfiles.com/files/1712200_brg6u/16P.S.YouRockMyWorld.mp3"&gt;P.S You Rock My World&lt;/a&gt; (&lt;a href="http://www.fileden.com/files/2008/6/15/1960319/16%20P.S.%20You%20Rock%20My%20World.mp3"&gt;alternative download location&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I was at a funeral the day I realised&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to spend my life with you&lt;br /&gt;sitting down on the steps at the old post office&lt;br /&gt;the flag was flying at half mast&lt;br /&gt;and I was thinkin' 'bout how everyone was dying&lt;br /&gt;and maybe it is time to live&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know where we're going&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what we'll do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;walked into the thrif-tee&lt;br /&gt;saw the man with the hollow eyes&lt;br /&gt;who didn't give me all my change&lt;br /&gt;but it didn't bother me this time&lt;br /&gt;'cause I know I only got this moment&lt;br /&gt;and it's good&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to the gas station&lt;br /&gt;old woman honked her horn&lt;br /&gt;waiting for me to fix her car&lt;br /&gt;I don't know where we're going&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what we'll do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;laying in bed tonight I was thinking&lt;br /&gt;and listening to all the dogs&lt;br /&gt;and the sirens and the shots&lt;br /&gt;and how the careful man tries to dodge the bullets&lt;br /&gt;while a happy man takes a walk&lt;br /&gt;and maybe it is time to live&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8406709392036863212-2810189617888172968?l=acloudofstarlings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acloudofstarlings.blogspot.com/feeds/2810189617888172968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8406709392036863212&amp;postID=2810189617888172968' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8406709392036863212/posts/default/2810189617888172968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8406709392036863212/posts/default/2810189617888172968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acloudofstarlings.blogspot.com/2008/08/eels-ps-you-rock-my-world.html' title='Eels - P.S. You Rock My World'/><author><name>G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08211832893156586779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iZY2Yry2APM/SK3VduKl_wI/AAAAAAAAAIU/Ss38GbgFF2Y/s72-c/eels.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8406709392036863212.post-7744556887011134730</id><published>2008-08-21T09:09:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T09:09:00.243+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Album review: Frank Bango - The Sweet Songs of Decay</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/frankbango"&gt;Frank&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.frankbango.com/"&gt;Bango&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;a href="http://www.hotlinkfiles.com/files/1709655_sxwbs/06ISawTheSizeOfTheWorld.mp3"&gt;I Saw The Size Of The World&lt;/a&gt; (&lt;a href="http://www.fileden.com/files/2008/6/15/1960319/06%20I%20Saw%20The%20Size%20Of%20The%20World.mp3"&gt;alt source&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8d1Pko2x1vs/SDMga-BGGgI/AAAAAAAAAyE/s0lNF224kWU/s320/frank+bango+f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8d1Pko2x1vs/SDMga-BGGgI/AAAAAAAAAyE/s0lNF224kWU/s320/frank+bango+f.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's 14 years since Frank Bango released his first record - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Sweet Songs Of Decay &lt;/span&gt;is his fourth. It's also one of the best records released this year and this is no small praise considering there's been Radiohead's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;In Rainbows&lt;/span&gt;, Elbow's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Seldom Seen Kid&lt;/span&gt;, and Los Campesinos' &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hold On Now, Youngster!&lt;/span&gt;, all of which are utterly fantastic. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Sweet Songs of Decay&lt;/span&gt; is complex but simple, emotional but funny, capable of being childish but adult in meaning, easily accessible but containing great depth, happy but sad. It is perhaps the ultimate bittersweet album.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bango sets out his stall in an ironically titled opening track "You Always Begin By Saying Goodbye". The message is clear: savour how beautiful life is because your time is short. And in the ultimate of unfunny ironies, Frank Bango was diagnosed with cancer the day after he put the final touches to the mastering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Well the moment is here, but the moment is fleeting&lt;br /&gt;You walk in a room and it feels like you're leaving&lt;br /&gt;I can't slow you down so I won't even try&lt;br /&gt;You always begin by saying goodbye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well the clock has two faces so it isn't surprising&lt;br /&gt;That for each setting sun there's one that is rising&lt;br /&gt;You can capture time but it's your hands that are tied&lt;br /&gt;Because you always begin by saying goodbye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before you drive to the ends of the earth you should just sit in the car&lt;br /&gt;Before you go where you think you should be, allow yourself to be where you are&lt;br /&gt;Becase the moment is here but without it's only a minute&lt;br /&gt;It'll settle on somebody else unless you put youself in it&lt;br /&gt;I would have been happy to meet you but you never even said hi&lt;br /&gt;Because you always begin by saying goodbye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;The music is pure and perfect power pop with beautifully constructed vocal harmonies. There's just something very special about Frank Bango's sound. It is at once familiar - you can hear echoes of the Beach Boys, the Kinks, Elvis Costello - and something new. Each time a track begins it's like you've just rediscovered a long lost but much loved song from your youth: hairs rise on the back of your neck with nostalgia; you kind of know where each song is going but you've forgotten some of the beautiful details and as the track sweeps past you experience the joy of uncovering something that you've been missing for years without being aware of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In each track Bango finds something new and wonderful (in the true sense of the word) to appreciate. In "She'll Miss The Spider" the female protagonist becomes fascinated by 'a graveyard without circumstance or saint, behind the mousetrap and the empy cans of paint', realising that 'there's something beautiful in everything that crawls'. She listens to 'the buzz of the captured flies, the sweet songs of decay' and realises that 'she'll miss the spider when the web is wiped away'. My favourite track has a slightly more conventional theme (though the same underlying message): it's the spine-tingle-inducing ode to love and the girl who 'could outshine the sun', "Summerdress". It's the music that gets me here: beautiful string countermelodies and bursts of vocal harmony sweep you away. It's maybe a bit early to say, but this could be one of my favourite tracks of all time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the message isn't quite as simple as 'everything is beautiful if you only took the time to appreciate it'. Life isn't perfect. In "I Saw The Size Of The World", Bango imagines the excitement that a worm - the ultimate agent of decay - feels when it crawls out of the ground .  At one point the worm realises it will never be able to fly - but it throws itself into the wind. But as "If A Plane Goes Down" shows Bango believes that life's sadnesses and tragedies serve to make the good times all the more beautiful, giving more meaning to love:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I haven't seen you for so many years&lt;br /&gt;But I still remember your face.&lt;br /&gt;Still as each passing year brings more danger and fear&lt;br /&gt;I only hope that you'll always be safe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;And Bango is able to find beauty even in death. The last track with vocals on the album is "What This Place Needs", in which Bango suggests that the world will be even more beautiful once there are no humans around to fuck things up. And this is realised in the very final track, "Gardenvariety", which is nothing more than a three minute recording of birds singing. It's a striking way to end a wonderful album and what it says (I think) is: even when death - the ultimate Bad Thing - happens, beauty will still continue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is an enormous amount to be said about this album; I haven't written anywhere near as much as I could. Dear reader, there's still loads left for you to enjoy discovering - buy it now and enrich your life. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Sweet Songs Of Decay &lt;/span&gt;was released on July 22nd, and is available from &lt;a href="http://ax.phobos.apple.com.edgesuite.net/WebObjects/MZStore.woa/wa/browserRedirect?url=itms%253A%252F%252Fax.phobos.apple.com.edgesuite.net%252FWebObjects%252FMZStore.woa%252Fwa%252FviewAlbum%253FplayListId%253D277388638"&gt;iTunes&lt;/a&gt; (download only) and &lt;a href="http://cdbaby.com/cd/bango08"&gt;CDBaby&lt;/a&gt; (download and physical copy). And if you're in New York on August 26th (that's Tuesday night people!), get down to the Bowery Ballroom to enjoy the &lt;a href="http://blog.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=blog.view&amp;amp;friendID=41997560&amp;amp;blogID=419564609&amp;amp;Mytoken=B17BCEFF-C729-43B0-8EEE914003794548127773469"&gt;Frank Bango Bone-Marrow-Thon-Stem-Cell-A-Bration&lt;/a&gt; which features music from Simone White, Scott Matthew, Victoria Williams, Richard Buckner, Dean &amp;amp; Britta, Nada Surf (acoustic), Sam Champion and other special guests. Tickets are $20 and all money goes towards helping Frank through his treatment and to worthwhile volunteer organisations.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8406709392036863212-7744556887011134730?l=acloudofstarlings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acloudofstarlings.blogspot.com/feeds/7744556887011134730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8406709392036863212&amp;postID=7744556887011134730' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8406709392036863212/posts/default/7744556887011134730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8406709392036863212/posts/default/7744556887011134730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acloudofstarlings.blogspot.com/2008/08/album-review-frank-bango-sweet-songs-of.html' title='Album review: Frank Bango - The Sweet Songs of Decay'/><author><name>G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08211832893156586779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8d1Pko2x1vs/SDMga-BGGgI/AAAAAAAAAyE/s0lNF224kWU/s72-c/frank+bango+f.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8406709392036863212.post-4151916269801266253</id><published>2008-08-20T09:09:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T09:09:00.798+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Lily Allen - Guess Who Batman (Fuck You Very Much)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iZY2Yry2APM/SKqYxZE_TnI/AAAAAAAAAIM/DYEXl2yho88/s1600-h/lily-allen.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iZY2Yry2APM/SKqYxZE_TnI/AAAAAAAAAIM/DYEXl2yho88/s400/lily-allen.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236165491084447346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This track is ironic pop at its finest. In an ordinary song I can't help but get a cheap childish laugh when a singer uses expletives; in such a happy sounding song as this I literally laughed out loud. Thank you Lily Allen: you make me lol. This is basically a rant at small minded racists and homophobes. Again, thank you Lily Allen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lily's second album, the fantastically titled &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Stuck On The Naughty Step&lt;/span&gt; is forthcoming. She explains &lt;a href="http://angryape.com/news/2008/07/02/lily-allen-gets-stuck-on-the-naughty-step-for-her-2nd-album"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;: "In England, when kids are naughty, they get sent to sit on the naughty step. Like a timeout, you know? I feel like I'm stuck in a hole where people say, 'Lily, you're bad. Go think about what you've done." What excites me muchly is that she co-wrote the album with Greg Kurstin of the brilliant band &lt;a href="http://www.thebirdandthebee.com/"&gt;The Bird And The Bee&lt;/a&gt;. The first single off the new album will be "Everyone's At It" and will be released next month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lilyallenmusic.com/"&gt;Lily Allen&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;a href="http://www.hotlinkfiles.com/files/1705007_5bgtb/fuckyouverymuch.mp3"&gt;Guess Who Batman (Fuck You Very Much)&lt;/a&gt; (&lt;a href="http://www.fileden.com/files/2008/6/15/1960319/fuckyouverymuch.mp3"&gt;alternative download location&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to &lt;a href="http://alorsvraiment.blogspot.com/2008/08/pop.html"&gt;Alors, Vraiment?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8406709392036863212-4151916269801266253?l=acloudofstarlings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acloudofstarlings.blogspot.com/feeds/4151916269801266253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8406709392036863212&amp;postID=4151916269801266253' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8406709392036863212/posts/default/4151916269801266253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8406709392036863212/posts/default/4151916269801266253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acloudofstarlings.blogspot.com/2008/08/lily-allen-guess-who-batman-fuck-you.html' title='Lily Allen - Guess Who Batman (Fuck You Very Much)'/><author><name>G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08211832893156586779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iZY2Yry2APM/SKqYxZE_TnI/AAAAAAAAAIM/DYEXl2yho88/s72-c/lily-allen.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8406709392036863212.post-1436241654063152619</id><published>2008-08-19T10:17:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T10:30:25.154+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Cara Beth Satalino - Can Kicker</title><content type='html'>I HEART Cara Beth Satalino. She writes songs that are witty and wise and just plain beautiful. Here's another gem - Can Kicker. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/carabeth"&gt;Cara Beth Satalino&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;a href="http://www.hotlinkfiles.com/files/1704992_ywrvr/0-CaraBethSatalino-CanKicker.mp3"&gt;Can Kicker&lt;/a&gt; (or &lt;a href="http://www.fileden.com/files/2008/6/15/1960319/10%20-%20Cara%20Beth%20Satalino%20-%20Can%20Kicker.mp3"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; if that doesn't work).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8406709392036863212-1436241654063152619?l=acloudofstarlings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acloudofstarlings.blogspot.com/feeds/1436241654063152619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8406709392036863212&amp;postID=1436241654063152619' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8406709392036863212/posts/default/1436241654063152619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8406709392036863212/posts/default/1436241654063152619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acloudofstarlings.blogspot.com/2008/08/cara-beth-satalino-can-kicker.html' title='Cara Beth Satalino - Can Kicker'/><author><name>G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08211832893156586779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8406709392036863212.post-7993145359666819104</id><published>2008-08-18T11:04:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T11:16:03.040+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Leerone - Care For Some Whisky (video)</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/aPUZUnfWR5A&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/aPUZUnfWR5A&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't that just the juciest jumble of joy you've seen all July? Damn, it's August. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It might as well be J for January here in Wales - the rain has been continuous for about a week and it doesn't seem to be about to end any time soon. I'm sorry for not having posted for a while. I got a new computer and installed &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Elder_Scrolls_IV:_Oblivion"&gt;Oblivion&lt;/a&gt; onto it to see how well it would run. Well, let's just say it's been running pretty well constantly for the last four days. What can I say - I'm a geek.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leerone is a nice Jewish lady from the US who pays an enormous amount of attention to her music (which, to be fair to her, she's fully aware of - her label is called "Fussy Music"). She also conceives and designs her cover art, snaps some of the photographs featured on her recordings, and designs her own stage attire - I think there maybe something a little OCD about it. If she was involved in creating that wonderful video then kudos to her.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8406709392036863212-7993145359666819104?l=acloudofstarlings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acloudofstarlings.blogspot.com/feeds/7993145359666819104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8406709392036863212&amp;postID=7993145359666819104' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8406709392036863212/posts/default/7993145359666819104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8406709392036863212/posts/default/7993145359666819104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acloudofstarlings.blogspot.com/2008/08/leerone-care-for-some-whisky-video.html' title='Leerone - Care For Some Whisky (video)'/><author><name>G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08211832893156586779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8406709392036863212.post-3340938405583915175</id><published>2008-08-13T11:52:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-08-13T12:09:11.027+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Ace Bushy Striptease - Mervyn and Isaac Find A CD</title><content type='html'>The idea that "Wednesday is mental day" started off as a bit of a joke but for some reason every Wednesday for the last few weeks I've been grabbed by a song which I can legitimately describe as mental. This week is no exception.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.acebushystriptease.com/"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ace Bushy Striptease&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;a href="http://www.hotlinkfiles.com/files/1684698_oawos/60Mervyn_IsaacFindACD.mp3"&gt;Mervyn and Isaac find a CD&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alternating thrashy eukele driven shoutalongs with an utterly random spoken argument, "Mervyn  and Isaac find a CD" is as much pure unadulterated fun as putting pop-rocks in coke. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ace Bushy Striptease are from Birmingham, have been playing together for about a year, and they have a beautiful website on which you can &lt;a href="http://www.acebushystriptease.com/songs.html"&gt;download some trackz&lt;/a&gt; and read a fairly lengthy and wonderfully rambling self-penned &lt;a href="http://www.acebushystriptease.com/about.html"&gt;biography&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8406709392036863212-3340938405583915175?l=acloudofstarlings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acloudofstarlings.blogspot.com/feeds/3340938405583915175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8406709392036863212&amp;postID=3340938405583915175' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8406709392036863212/posts/default/3340938405583915175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8406709392036863212/posts/default/3340938405583915175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acloudofstarlings.blogspot.com/2008/08/ace-bushy-striptease-mervyn-and-isaac.html' title='Ace Bushy Striptease - Mervyn and Isaac Find A CD'/><author><name>G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08211832893156586779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8406709392036863212.post-145133155851366017</id><published>2008-08-12T10:44:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T11:07:22.045+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Ben Folds Five - Underground (live)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iZY2Yry2APM/SKFfnhdU41I/AAAAAAAAAIE/5DIopwxLQq8/s1600-h/1002_ben_folds_five_live_b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iZY2Yry2APM/SKFfnhdU41I/AAAAAAAAAIE/5DIopwxLQq8/s400/1002_ben_folds_five_live_b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233569374582137682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though you wouldn't necessarily be aware of it when listening to some of Ben Folds' recent solo efforts, he has a deserved reputation for being a great showman. Going to see him live is fun, pure and simple. His banter is witty, he makes songs up on the spot, he gets you singing the brass parts for "Army", he plays pretty much all of his back catalogue but best of all, he's a phenomenal pianist to watch - incredibly fast and incredibly accurate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This'll give you some idea. Underground is a track on Ben Folds Five's exuberant self-titled debut album; this live version is taken from a b-sides and live album titled &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Naked Baby Photos&lt;/span&gt;. There are some other great live tracks I could have posted (Ultimate Sacrifice and Satan Is My Master are particular favourites) but I just love what the guy in the audience shouts out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://benfolds.com/"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ben Folds Five&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;a href="http://www.hotlinkfiles.com/files/1680135_zaagx/09Underground.mp3"&gt;Underground (live)&lt;/a&gt; (alternative download location &lt;a href="http://www.fileden.com/files/2008/6/15/1960319/09%20Underground.mp3"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ben Folds has a new album called &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Way To Normal&lt;/span&gt; out on 30 September in the US and on 29 September here in the UK. Tracklisting below:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   1. Hiroshima (B B B Benny Hit His Head)&lt;br /&gt;   2. Dr. Yang&lt;br /&gt;   3. The Frown Song&lt;br /&gt;   4. You Don't Know Me (featuring Regina Spektor)&lt;br /&gt;   5. Before Cologne&lt;br /&gt;   6. Cologne&lt;br /&gt;   7. Errant Dog&lt;br /&gt;   8. Free Coffee&lt;br /&gt;   9. Bitch Went Nuts&lt;br /&gt;  10. Brainwascht&lt;br /&gt;  11. Effington&lt;br /&gt;  12. Kylie from Connecticut&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8406709392036863212-145133155851366017?l=acloudofstarlings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acloudofstarlings.blogspot.com/feeds/145133155851366017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8406709392036863212&amp;postID=145133155851366017' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8406709392036863212/posts/default/145133155851366017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8406709392036863212/posts/default/145133155851366017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acloudofstarlings.blogspot.com/2008/08/ben-folds-five-underground-live.html' title='Ben Folds Five - Underground (live)'/><author><name>G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08211832893156586779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iZY2Yry2APM/SKFfnhdU41I/AAAAAAAAAIE/5DIopwxLQq8/s72-c/1002_ben_folds_five_live_b.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8406709392036863212.post-13000631568697181</id><published>2008-08-11T10:33:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T11:13:37.552+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Jens Lekman - I'm Leaving You Because I Don't Love You</title><content type='html'>Romantic Swede Jens Lekman makes sample heavy pop with witty, knowing lyrics. Here jangly jazzy piano chords bounce around in the background as Jens narrates the end of a relationship. The music is far too happy for the lyrics, it's all the wrong way round, but that's why it works. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.jenslekman.com/"&gt;Jens Lekman&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;a href="http://www.fileden.com/files/2008/6/15/1960319/imleavingyoubecauseidontloveyou.mp3"&gt;I'm Leaving You Because I Don't Love You&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8406709392036863212-13000631568697181?l=acloudofstarlings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acloudofstarlings.blogspot.com/feeds/13000631568697181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8406709392036863212&amp;postID=13000631568697181' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8406709392036863212/posts/default/13000631568697181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8406709392036863212/posts/default/13000631568697181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acloudofstarlings.blogspot.com/2008/08/jens-lekman-im-leaving-you-because-i.html' title='Jens Lekman - I&apos;m Leaving You Because I Don&apos;t Love You'/><author><name>G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08211832893156586779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8406709392036863212.post-893886748440455599</id><published>2008-08-10T11:02:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2008-08-10T12:21:15.272+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Gwilym Simcock - Sneaky</title><content type='html'>I don't often watch the Proms but last night Prom 31 was on the TV and it caught my ear so much that I stopped everything I was doing and just watched as the dinner went cold and the family went hungry. There was a premiere of a piece by a young British composer and jazz pianist called Gwilym Simcock which just blew me away. The piece married Gwilym's jazz trio with a full on orchestra, and flipped between beautiful, colourfully orchestrated modern classical music and fantastically creative jazz. Some of the piano solos were just mind boggling. I wish I could post it here right now. You can listen to it on the BBC iPlayer &lt;a href="http://www.bbc.co.uk/iplayer/episode/b00cwylv/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; but only for a week (it starts at about 9 minutes and 30 secs).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I can post is a track from the jazz trio's debut album, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Perception&lt;/span&gt;. As you can tell by how much jazz I've written about in previous posts, I haven't been listening to jazz very frequently for quite a while (the &lt;a href="http://acloudofstarlings.blogspot.com/2008/08/wynton-marsalis-my-funny-valentine.html"&gt;Wynton Marsalis post&lt;/a&gt; earlier this week is only an exception to the indie-rock/pop rule), but this &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;really &lt;/span&gt;gets me going. Imagine this kind of fascinating jazz combined with an orchestra and you'll have some idea of what last night's piece sounded like. It's basically a wide-eyed OH MY GOD moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.gwilymsimcock.com/"&gt;Gwilym Simcock&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;a href="http://www.hotlinkfiles.com/files/1673823_nknvb/02Sneaky.mp3"&gt;Sneaky&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (still having issues with hotlinkfiles.com, if that link doesn't work, try &lt;a href="http://www.fileden.com/files/2008/6/15/1960319/02%20Sneaky.mp3"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8406709392036863212-893886748440455599?l=acloudofstarlings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acloudofstarlings.blogspot.com/feeds/893886748440455599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8406709392036863212&amp;postID=893886748440455599' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8406709392036863212/posts/default/893886748440455599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8406709392036863212/posts/default/893886748440455599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acloudofstarlings.blogspot.com/2008/08/gwilym-simcock-sneaky.html' title='Gwilym Simcock - Sneaky'/><author><name>G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08211832893156586779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8406709392036863212.post-9010662439483568423</id><published>2008-08-09T14:06:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-08-09T14:17:29.476+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Justice - The Party</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iZY2Yry2APM/SJ2X92cF56I/AAAAAAAAAH8/2lEtp-DgD3w/s1600-h/justice_cross_cover.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iZY2Yry2APM/SJ2X92cF56I/AAAAAAAAAH8/2lEtp-DgD3w/s320/justice_cross_cover.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232505430915540898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hypem isn't short of &lt;a href="http://hypem.com/search/justice/1/"&gt;Justice related posts&lt;/a&gt;, partly because they're prolific remixers, partly because their music is great to mashup, and partly just because they're awesome. I don't think it's hyperbole to say that their &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Cross&lt;/span&gt; album is the best indie dance album of last year; if they keep on putting out remixes of a similar quality they're slowly going to take over the world. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Cross &lt;/span&gt;really deserves to be heard in full but here's a sample if you haven't heard it yet. It's track 8 and it features Parisian rapper Uffie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/etjusticepourtous"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Justice&lt;/a&gt; (feat &lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/uffie"&gt;Uffie&lt;/a&gt;) - &lt;a href="http://www.hotlinkfiles.com/files/1670762_bneah/08TheParty.mp3"&gt;The Party&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(If that doesn't work, try &lt;a href="http://www.fileden.com/files/2008/6/15/1960319/08%20The%20Party.mp3"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8406709392036863212-9010662439483568423?l=acloudofstarlings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acloudofstarlings.blogspot.com/feeds/9010662439483568423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8406709392036863212&amp;postID=9010662439483568423' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8406709392036863212/posts/default/9010662439483568423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8406709392036863212/posts/default/9010662439483568423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acloudofstarlings.blogspot.com/2008/08/justice-party.html' title='Justice - The Party'/><author><name>G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08211832893156586779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iZY2Yry2APM/SJ2X92cF56I/AAAAAAAAAH8/2lEtp-DgD3w/s72-c/justice_cross_cover.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8406709392036863212.post-3082795290021846669</id><published>2008-08-08T08:08:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T08:08:23.124+01:00</updated><title type='text'>ZibraZibra - Arcade Catastrophe</title><content type='html'>Sometimes the most pressing thing to say is "listen to this track now". That's certainly the case right now. Without further ado...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/zibrazibra"&gt;ZibraZibra&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;a href="http://www.fileden.com/files/2008/6/15/1960319/05%20Arcade%20Catastrophe.mp3"&gt;Arcade Catastrophe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.imageyenation.com/images/blog-gallery/zibrazibra-777(mp3).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://www.imageyenation.com/images/blog-gallery/zibrazibra-777(mp3).jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does that make you smile and shake your body? Then you are my kind of person. Well done. This is utter TUNAGE. I'd love to hear this out while clubbing, I think I might just do a little wee due to excitement. ZibraZibra are from Minneapolis and stuff, they make excellent music - what more can I say?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8406709392036863212-3082795290021846669?l=acloudofstarlings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acloudofstarlings.blogspot.com/feeds/3082795290021846669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8406709392036863212&amp;postID=3082795290021846669' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8406709392036863212/posts/default/3082795290021846669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8406709392036863212/posts/default/3082795290021846669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acloudofstarlings.blogspot.com/2008/08/zibrazibra-arcade-catastrophe.html' title='ZibraZibra - Arcade Catastrophe'/><author><name>G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08211832893156586779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8406709392036863212.post-8174380373823920578</id><published>2008-08-07T13:58:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-08-07T14:17:18.696+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Wynton Marsalis - My Funny Valentine</title><content type='html'>I'm in the mood for jazz today. Been bashing some out on the piano with a singer friend of mine. This track starts out perfect for a wet day, then transforms into something that will transport you entirely away to a dark jazz club in some dirty city where you're dancing like a nutter, oblivious to all around you. It's wonderful. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.wyntonmarsalis.org/"&gt;Wynton Marsalis&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;a href="http://www.fileden.com/files/2008/6/15/1960319/1-06%20My%20Funny%20Valentine.mp3"&gt;My Funny Valentine&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.wyntonmarsalis.org/gallery/albums/oldsite1/112.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://www.wyntonmarsalis.org/gallery/albums/oldsite1/112.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8406709392036863212-8174380373823920578?l=acloudofstarlings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acloudofstarlings.blogspot.com/feeds/8174380373823920578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8406709392036863212&amp;postID=8174380373823920578' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8406709392036863212/posts/default/8174380373823920578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8406709392036863212/posts/default/8174380373823920578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acloudofstarlings.blogspot.com/2008/08/wynton-marsalis-my-funny-valentine.html' title='Wynton Marsalis - My Funny Valentine'/><author><name>G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08211832893156586779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8406709392036863212.post-5546179180091049526</id><published>2008-08-05T09:20:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T09:20:01.195+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Born Ruffians - Barnacle Goose</title><content type='html'>So it's Tuesday. What fun. This'll cheer you up. Exuberant Canadian youngsters Born Ruffians released their debut album back in May, and have already featured &lt;a href="http://acloudofstarlings.blogspot.com/2008/04/lipps-inc-funky-town.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; because they were played in a Skins episode which I thoroughly enjoyed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bornruffians.com/"&gt;Born Ruffians&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;a href="http://www.hotlinkfiles.com/files/1666338_ylkyh/08BarnacleGoose.mp3"&gt;Barnacle Goose&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8406709392036863212-5546179180091049526?l=acloudofstarlings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acloudofstarlings.blogspot.com/feeds/5546179180091049526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8406709392036863212&amp;postID=5546179180091049526' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8406709392036863212/posts/default/5546179180091049526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8406709392036863212/posts/default/5546179180091049526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acloudofstarlings.blogspot.com/2008/08/born-ruffians-barnacle-goose.html' title='Born Ruffians - Barnacle Goose'/><author><name>G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08211832893156586779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8406709392036863212.post-4706358809136044160</id><published>2008-08-03T09:02:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-08-03T12:15:07.667+01:00</updated><title type='text'>The Dresden Dolls - Dear Jenny</title><content type='html'>For my dear friend Jenny, post wrathful rant about shitty ex boyfriends:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dresdendolls.com/"&gt;The Dresden Dolls&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;a href="http://www.hotlinkfiles.com/files/1659287_sztss/21DearJenny.mp3"&gt;Dear Jenny&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's another track from the Dresden Dolls' most recent album, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;No, Virginia...&lt;/span&gt;, a collection of b-sides and rarities, and a companion to 2006's &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Yes, Virginia&lt;/span&gt;. As usual, the lyrics are worth paying attention to, though there's certainly enough in the music to keep you more than entertained.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Boys wear overcoats in heat like this to keep themselves from showing&lt;br /&gt;Girls fill out prescriptions for the tricks that keep their hearts from growing&lt;br /&gt;Specialists review the year in tears and call for drastic measures&lt;br /&gt;Send them to resorts for boys and girl to get their wits together&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sad but true the facts of life are bound to get you down&lt;br /&gt;So whats the use dear jenny anyway the world is pretty...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ashley talks to astronauts back home by way of fax transmission&lt;br /&gt;Andy gets a new tattoo each time his pastor comes to visit&lt;br /&gt;Weary o so drealiy we wave our flags into the camera&lt;br /&gt;Amber goes the hotlines are friends but no-one ever answers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sad but true the truth can turn your smile to a frown&lt;br /&gt;So whats the use dear jenny anyway the world is pretty&lt;br /&gt;Upside-down...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rates are better in the summer&lt;br /&gt;Looks like dear jenny's doing better...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back at home the broadcast warning bounces off of an empty table&lt;br /&gt;Jenny asks the astronauts to sleep with her behind the stable&lt;br /&gt;Christmas hasn't been the same since dad put in the central heating&lt;br /&gt;Checks you before bedtime with a battery to keep your new heart beating&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the world might turn a million times around before&lt;br /&gt;They tell you jenny anyway the world is pretty world is pretty happy world is pretty happy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes they let strangers in and other times they check their records&lt;br /&gt;When they check out in the morning dad puts out the lie detectors&lt;br /&gt;Jenny prays to gods she've never heard of for a special hurting&lt;br /&gt;All the walls stay dead as jennys head is&lt;br /&gt;But shes still observing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sad but true the two of us might really make it through&lt;br /&gt;But whats the use dear jenny anyway&lt;br /&gt;The world is happy&lt;br /&gt;World is happy&lt;br /&gt;World is happy without you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rates are better in the summer....&lt;br /&gt;Looks like old jennys doing better...&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8406709392036863212-4706358809136044160?l=acloudofstarlings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acloudofstarlings.blogspot.com/feeds/4706358809136044160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8406709392036863212&amp;postID=4706358809136044160' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8406709392036863212/posts/default/4706358809136044160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8406709392036863212/posts/default/4706358809136044160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acloudofstarlings.blogspot.com/2008/08/dresden-dolls-dear-jenny.html' title='The Dresden Dolls - Dear Jenny'/><author><name>G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08211832893156586779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8406709392036863212.post-5320498705551375737</id><published>2008-08-01T09:00:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-08-01T09:00:01.067+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Muke - Hamburger Waltz</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;"If you buy seven burgers&lt;br /&gt;You get the eighth free!"&lt;/blockquote&gt;Muke are Maddy and Luke who studied together at Eugene, Oregon. They have 18 listeners on last.fm which should be a crime and if I ever carry out my plan to establish my own 10 acre republic you can be damn sure every single citizen is going to be listening or they'll face a 10 minute stretch in the pig pen with a sexually frustrated boar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This charming little song starts off as wonky waltz about hamburgers and then someone adds an almost Brian May style guitar solo before someone closes the whole thing off with a flute solo. It shouldn't really work but it really really does, mainly because there's such a sense of enjoyment underlying the whole thing. It's really wonderful! I love listening to people enjoying themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please don't quote that last sentence out of context.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muke are mixing their debut album &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Shutterspeed Lullabies&lt;/span&gt; right now so keep your eyes peeled and your ears trained.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/sunflowercircus"&gt;Muke&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;a href="http://www.fileden.com/files/2008/6/15/1960319/The%20Hamburger%20Waltz.mp3"&gt;Hamburger Waltz&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iZY2Yry2APM/SJGS-ARicuI/AAAAAAAAAH0/UJkjluUR4Ko/s1600-h/8051641.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iZY2Yry2APM/SJGS-ARicuI/AAAAAAAAAH0/UJkjluUR4Ko/s400/8051641.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229122236276962018" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8406709392036863212-5320498705551375737?l=acloudofstarlings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acloudofstarlings.blogspot.com/feeds/5320498705551375737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8406709392036863212&amp;postID=5320498705551375737' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8406709392036863212/posts/default/5320498705551375737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8406709392036863212/posts/default/5320498705551375737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acloudofstarlings.blogspot.com/2008/08/muke-hamburger-waltz.html' title='Muke - Hamburger Waltz'/><author><name>G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08211832893156586779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iZY2Yry2APM/SJGS-ARicuI/AAAAAAAAAH0/UJkjluUR4Ko/s72-c/8051641.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8406709392036863212.post-3803206981891089458</id><published>2008-07-31T11:28:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-07-31T11:46:10.201+01:00</updated><title type='text'>7 Dollar Taxi - Do The Robot</title><content type='html'>If you haven't seen this video, you need it in your life - like I need to get a haircut in my life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/JPvKyu7VeK0&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/JPvKyu7VeK0&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's Swiss band 7 Dollar Taxi's new single "Do The Robot" - touring the UK right now. Highly recommended. Here's a b-side remix to whet your appetite further...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.7dollartaxi.com/"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 Dollar Taxi&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;a href="http://www.fileden.com/files/2008/6/15/1960319/02%20Do%20The%20Robot%20%28Megatron%20Remix%29.m4a"&gt;Do The Robot (Megatron remix)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;acloudofstarlings hollas greetings to &lt;a href="http://thrashmountain.blogspot.com/"&gt;Thrash Mountain&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8406709392036863212-3803206981891089458?l=acloudofstarlings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acloudofstarlings.blogspot.com/feeds/3803206981891089458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8406709392036863212&amp;postID=3803206981891089458' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8406709392036863212/posts/default/3803206981891089458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8406709392036863212/posts/default/3803206981891089458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acloudofstarlings.blogspot.com/2008/07/7-dollar-taxi-do-robot.html' title='7 Dollar Taxi - Do The Robot'/><author><name>G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08211832893156586779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8406709392036863212.post-7783496991917396283</id><published>2008-07-29T14:40:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-07-29T14:59:17.148+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Air (feat. Neil Hannon) - Somewhere Between Waking And Sleeping</title><content type='html'>I've been meaning to post this for ages but have never quite got around to it. It's from the latest Air album, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Pocket Symphony&lt;/span&gt;, which came out like 6 months ago or something. It's a beautiful ride, all the way through, like La Femme d'Argent channelled into 2008. There are a couple of extra special tracks; the first features Jarvis Cocker as vocalist; the second is this one, with Neil Hannon of the Divine Comedy. He's got such a beautiful baritone voice. Something about this track makes me think of "Our Mutual Friend" off &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Absent Friends&lt;/span&gt;: though they don't connect that well lyrically there's something I can't put my finger on that suggests a link. You'll have to forgive my idle musings. Well I guess you don't &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;have&lt;/span&gt; to! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.pocket-symphony.com/"&gt;Air&lt;/a&gt; (feat. &lt;a href="http://www.thedivinecomedy.com/"&gt;Neil Hannon&lt;/a&gt;) - &lt;a href="http://www.hotlinkfiles.com/files/1648881_wi1u6/omewhereBetweenWakingAndSlee.mp3"&gt;Somewhere Between Waking And Sleeping&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8406709392036863212-7783496991917396283?l=acloudofstarlings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acloudofstarlings.blogspot.com/feeds/7783496991917396283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8406709392036863212&amp;postID=7783496991917396283' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8406709392036863212/posts/default/7783496991917396283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8406709392036863212/posts/default/7783496991917396283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acloudofstarlings.blogspot.com/2008/07/air-feat-neil-hannon-somewhere-between.html' title='Air (feat. Neil Hannon) - Somewhere Between Waking And Sleeping'/><author><name>G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08211832893156586779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8406709392036863212.post-345363009338629283</id><published>2008-07-28T11:00:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2008-07-28T11:05:00.042+01:00</updated><title type='text'>The Beach Boys - California Girls</title><content type='html'>I've been to the beach three days in a row now and I'm gonna make it four by this evening so I'm celebrating with this Beach Boys track. You can practically hear the heat rising off the sand in the intro. Forgive brevity, I just want to be outside!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.beachboysfanclub.com/"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Beach Boys&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;a href="http://www.hotlinkfiles.com/files/1644013_u7dpv/1-71CaliforniaGirls.mp3"&gt;California Girls&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8406709392036863212-345363009338629283?l=acloudofstarlings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acloudofstarlings.blogspot.com/feeds/345363009338629283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8406709392036863212&amp;postID=345363009338629283' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8406709392036863212/posts/default/345363009338629283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8406709392036863212/posts/default/345363009338629283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acloudofstarlings.blogspot.com/2008/07/beach-boys-california-girls.html' title='The Beach Boys - California Girls'/><author><name>G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08211832893156586779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8406709392036863212.post-1720556859059846155</id><published>2008-07-27T12:13:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-07-27T12:21:11.011+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Jeffrey Lewis - Williamsburg Will Oldham Horror</title><content type='html'>I've already had a fairly pointless rant about how "antifolk" is the most useless description for music ever. Jeffrey Lewis, who is often described as "antifolk", might agree, but he sees it as a more positive thing: “I think it’s a cool title. The fact that no one knows what it means, including me, makes it kind of mysterious and more interesting than saying that you’re a singer/songwriter or that you play indie rock.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thejeffreylewissite.com/"&gt;Jeffrey Lewis&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;a href="http://www.hotlinkfiles.com/files/1640723_wmesc/WilliamsburgWillOldhamHorror.mp3"&gt;Williamsburg Will Oldham Horror&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just heard this on the radio on Jon Richardson's show on &lt;a href="http://www.bbc.co.uk/6music/"&gt;6 Music&lt;/a&gt; and the lyrics drew me in. How's this for dense:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;      Today I went to Major Matt's to remaster my old album&lt;br /&gt;And on the L train in the morning, I was pretty sure I saw Will Oldham,&lt;br /&gt;He was wearin' the same sunglasses he had on stage at the Bowery Ballroom&lt;br /&gt;Had he come to walk among the Williamsburgers of his kingdom&lt;br /&gt;And like the burghers of Calais will a sacrifice be demanded?&lt;br /&gt;To offer up our dreams and beg for mercy empty-handed?&lt;br /&gt;And hapless in our hipness crowded 5 to an appartment&lt;br /&gt;Relegate our dreams to hobbies and deny our disappointment&lt;br /&gt;Cause The Stones in '65 want total satisfaction, kid&lt;br /&gt;But The Stones in '69 see grace in just getting what you need&lt;br /&gt;But if that's a victory then I'd hate to see what I'd look like defeated&lt;br /&gt;Cause I know there are those among us who seem to get their dreams unimpeded&lt;br /&gt;Today I went to Major Matt's to remaster my old album&lt;br /&gt;And on the L train in the morning, i was really sure i saw Will Oldham,&lt;br /&gt;He was wearin' the same sunglasses he had on stage at the Bowery Ballroom&lt;br /&gt;Had he come to walk among the Williamsburgers of his kingdom&lt;br /&gt;And you might say now there's a guy who seems to have their world laid out before him&lt;br /&gt;Or you might say, he's just a rich kid or a fascist or a charlatan&lt;br /&gt;But either way you say it if you look at indie-rock culture you really can't ignore him    &lt;br /&gt;And even if at first dismissive, after some listens you'll enjoy him&lt;br /&gt;I was thinking this on the L train, intend on bursting my own bubble&lt;br /&gt;How long should an artist struggle before it isn't worth the hassle?&lt;br /&gt;And admit we aren't fit to be the one inside the castle&lt;br /&gt;This quest for greatness or, at least hipness, just a scam&lt;br /&gt;And too much trouble but then what makes on human being worthy of an easy ride&lt;br /&gt;Born to be a natural artist you love or hate but can't deny&lt;br /&gt;While us minions in our millions tumble into history's chasm&lt;br /&gt;We might have a couple of laughs but we're still wastes of protoplasm&lt;br /&gt;Today I was gonna waste some time and money to remaster some dumb old album&lt;br /&gt;And on the L train in the morning, i was really sure I saw Will Oldham,&lt;br /&gt;He was wearin' the same big sunglasses he had on stage at the Bowery Ballroom&lt;br /&gt;Had he come to see the strife here in the gutters of his kingdom?&lt;br /&gt;Where us noble starving artists are striving to feed our ego&lt;br /&gt;Our mothers like our music our our friends come to our shows&lt;br /&gt;And if our friends become successful, we'll consider them our foes&lt;br /&gt;Go home to our 4 roomates after payin' big bucks for rockstars shows&lt;br /&gt;What a nightmare! what a horror! i don't want no part of this&lt;br /&gt;Get me off this crazy ride,&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna puke, I'm gonna piss! I'd rather kill myself,&lt;br /&gt;I'd rather just relax or not exist&lt;br /&gt;But you say you wanna do an e-mail interview? Oh what the heck, I can't resist!&lt;br /&gt;'Hey, 'ma, guess what today, I did another magazine interview!&lt;br /&gt;Honey, that's great, you're really famous!!' Yeah and I'm 27 too!&lt;br /&gt;I kinda thought I was gonna grow up to do stuff that would benefit humanity&lt;br /&gt;But it's getting harder to tell if this artist's life is even benefitting me&lt;br /&gt;Cause I was gonna waste some time and money today to remaster some dumb old album&lt;br /&gt;And on the L train in the morning, I was totally sure I saw Will Oldham,&lt;br /&gt;He was wearin' the same big sunglasses he had on stage at the bowery ballroom&lt;br /&gt;And since I was feeling in need of answers I just went right up and asked him, I said,&lt;br /&gt;Will Bonnie Prince, Palace or whatever 'What do you think about it?&lt;br /&gt;Is it worth being an artist or an indie-rock star, or are you better off without it?'&lt;br /&gt;Cause I mean maybe the world would be better if we were all just uncreative drones,&lt;br /&gt;No dead child, hood dreams to haunt us, a decent job, a decent home,&lt;br /&gt;And if we have some extra time we could do real things to promote peace,&lt;br /&gt;Become scientists or history teachers or un-corrupt police at least,&lt;br /&gt;'Come on Will, you gotta tell me!!' I grabbed and shook him by the arm,&lt;br /&gt;The L train was leaning Bedford with 10,000 white 20 somethings crowed on&lt;br /&gt;He opened his mouth to speak but it was lost in the rumbling of the wheels&lt;br /&gt;We were thrown together in a corner and I yelled 'Tell me, man, for real!'&lt;br /&gt;You're living comfortably, I assume, even if you're not quite a household name&lt;br /&gt;You've reached a pretty high level of success &amp;amp; critical acclaim&lt;br /&gt;The L train got to first avenue and a bunch of people piled out&lt;br /&gt;I was starring into his sunglasses and I was really freakin' out i was like,&lt;br /&gt;Steamboat Willie Bonnie Prince of all this shit, you're like the king of a certain genre&lt;br /&gt;But even you must want to quit like if you hear a record by Bob Dylan or Neil Young or whatever&lt;br /&gt;You must start thinkin' 'People like me, but i won't be that good ever'&lt;br /&gt;And I'm sure the thing is probably Dylan himself too stayed up some nights&lt;br /&gt;Wishing he was as good as Ginsberg or Camus&lt;br /&gt;And he was like 'Dude, I'm such a faker, I'm just a clown who entertains&lt;br /&gt;and these fools who pay for my crap, they just have pathetic punny brains&lt;br /&gt;and Camus probably wished he was Milton too or whatever, you know what i'm sayin'?!'&lt;br /&gt;So Will, will you be straight with me now that it's just us 2 on this train?&lt;br /&gt;Cause I was gonna spend some time and money today to remaster some dumb old album&lt;br /&gt;And I saw you here on the L train&lt;br /&gt;And I was like 'Hey, is that Will Oldham?' he must at least , have some perspective&lt;br /&gt;Cause it's like, living in this town I get so confused &amp;amp; wound up &amp;amp; up tight&lt;br /&gt;And I just don't know up from down&lt;br /&gt;And then we'd reached the last stop and the subway was deserted&lt;br /&gt;There was a long moment of silence and I let go of his shirt&lt;br /&gt;I started to think that maybe I'd made some kind of big mistake&lt;br /&gt;I tried to walk out onto the platform but by then it was too late&lt;br /&gt;His sunglasses seemed to grow darker and still he hadn't even spoke&lt;br /&gt;He just came right up behind me and put his hand around my throat&lt;br /&gt;And threw me down onto the concrete and kicked my face in with his boot&lt;br /&gt;And dragged me down onto the train tracks and tied my hands back with his coat&lt;br /&gt;And I was slipping out of conciousness as he was slipping down my jeans&lt;br /&gt;And he was punching me and humping me and I slipped off into a dream&lt;br /&gt;So it might have just been a delusion&lt;br /&gt;But I thought I heard him say something like 'Artists are pussies'&lt;br /&gt;Then he climbed back up and ran away&lt;br /&gt;So I lay there in the darkness on the train tracks cold and broken&lt;br /&gt;The hours passed and I thought,&lt;br /&gt;Well... maybe I won't remaster that old album&lt;br /&gt;And then I started thinking maybe it really hadn't been Will Oldham&lt;br /&gt;Even though he did hold my arms and fucked me just like Will sings in 'A sucker's evening'&lt;br /&gt;But whether it was him or not I couldn't forget the words he'd spoken&lt;br /&gt;'Artists are pussies', like we're wusses or we end up getting fucked&lt;br /&gt;And other kinds of folks are dicks, tall, smart and strong&lt;br /&gt;And born to fuck us up I know,&lt;br /&gt;It sounds really sexist and stupid,&lt;br /&gt;It's a terrible analogy but at that moment on the train tracks,&lt;br /&gt;It made a lot of sense to me maybe it's just some kind of natural balance,&lt;br /&gt;Like 2 types of mental gender that's gone on in all societies,&lt;br /&gt;In one form or another like some dicks were born to conquer,&lt;br /&gt;I probably would if I could but if i'm just a pussy, that's okay&lt;br /&gt;Cause in a few months maybe, I'll put out something good.    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8406709392036863212-1720556859059846155?l=acloudofstarlings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acloudofstarlings.blogspot.com/feeds/1720556859059846155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8406709392036863212&amp;postID=1720556859059846155' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8406709392036863212/posts/default/1720556859059846155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8406709392036863212/posts/default/1720556859059846155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acloudofstarlings.blogspot.com/2008/07/jeffrey-lewis-williamsburg-will-oldham.html' title='Jeffrey Lewis - Williamsburg Will Oldham Horror'/><author><name>G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08211832893156586779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8406709392036863212.post-4931744526266557215</id><published>2008-07-26T12:23:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2008-07-26T14:36:40.007+01:00</updated><title type='text'>David Bowie - Kooks</title><content type='html'>This lovely early Bowie album track inspired The Kooks' name. Don't let that put you off, though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Kooks" is taken from &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hunky Dory &lt;/span&gt;(1971), which is probably best known as the album with "Changes", "Oh! You Pretty Things" and "Life On Mars", though it's consistently good throughout and regularly places highly on those lists of "Best Albums Ever" that magazines create to provoke the geeks into fighting. The album contains a number of pastiches, notably "Song for Bob Dylan" and "Queen Bitch", inspired by the Velvet Underground. This particular track was inspired by the birth of Bowie's song, Duncan Jones, and is written in the style of early Neil Young (Bowie was listening to Neil Young when he heard his son was born).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.davidbowie.com/"&gt;David Bowie&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;a href="http://www.hotlinkfiles.com/files/1637320_cx9jg/05Kooks.mp3"&gt;Kooks&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Will you stay in our lovers story&lt;br /&gt;If you stay you wont be sorry&lt;br /&gt;cause we believe in you&lt;br /&gt;Soon youll grow so take a chance&lt;br /&gt;With a couple of kooks&lt;br /&gt;Hung up on romancing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will you stay in our lovers story&lt;br /&gt;If you stay you wont be sorry&lt;br /&gt;cause we believe in you&lt;br /&gt;Soon youll grow so take a chance&lt;br /&gt;With a couple of kooks&lt;br /&gt;Hung up on romancing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We bought a lot of things to keep you warm and dry&lt;br /&gt;And a funny old crib on which the paint wont dry&lt;br /&gt;I bought you a pair of shoes&lt;br /&gt;A trumpet you can blow&lt;br /&gt;And a book of rules&lt;br /&gt;On what to say to people when they pick on you&lt;br /&gt;cause if you stay with us youre gonna be pretty kookie too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will you stay in my lovers story&lt;br /&gt;If you stay you wont be sorry&lt;br /&gt;cause we believe in you&lt;br /&gt;Soon youll grow so take a chance&lt;br /&gt;With a couple of kooks&lt;br /&gt;Hung up on romancing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if you ever have to go to school&lt;br /&gt;Remember how they messed up this old fool&lt;br /&gt;Dont pick fights with the bullies or the cads&lt;br /&gt;cause Im not much cop at punching&lt;br /&gt;Other peoples dads&lt;br /&gt;And if the homework brings you down&lt;br /&gt;Then well throw it on the fire&lt;br /&gt;And take the car downtown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will you stay in our lovers story&lt;br /&gt;If you stay you wont be sorry&lt;br /&gt;cause we believe in you&lt;br /&gt;Soon youll grow so take a chance&lt;br /&gt;With a couple of kooks&lt;br /&gt;Hung up on romancing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will you stay in our lovers story&lt;br /&gt;If you stay you wont be sorry&lt;br /&gt;cause we believe in you&lt;br /&gt;Soon youll grow so take a chance&lt;br /&gt;With a couple of kooks&lt;br /&gt;Hung up on romancing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will you stay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8406709392036863212-4931744526266557215?l=acloudofstarlings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acloudofstarlings.blogspot.com/feeds/4931744526266557215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8406709392036863212&amp;postID=4931744526266557215' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8406709392036863212/posts/default/4931744526266557215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8406709392036863212/posts/default/4931744526266557215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acloudofstarlings.blogspot.com/2008/07/david-bowie-kooks.html' title='David Bowie - Kooks'/><author><name>G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08211832893156586779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8406709392036863212.post-7517838647430718011</id><published>2008-07-24T10:50:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-07-24T11:14:50.670+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Wave Machines - I Go I Go I Go</title><content type='html'>When I picture myself in an indie club dancing badly but not caring (the inevitable dance of indie lovers), this is the song I picture myself dancing to. It is a TUNE. Wave Machines are from Liverpool, play second hand keyboards, zithers and electric vibraphones. Catch them live in London and Liverpool in the next couple of months. Buy their 7" &lt;a href="http://www.roughtrade.com/site/shop_detail.lasso?search_type=sku&amp;sku=301326"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/mywavemachine"&gt;Wave Machines&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;a href="http://www.hotlinkfiles.com/files/1617693_lyoe0/41IGoIGoIGo.mp3"&gt;I Go I Go I Go&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8406709392036863212-7517838647430718011?l=acloudofstarlings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acloudofstarlings.blogspot.com/feeds/7517838647430718011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8406709392036863212&amp;postID=7517838647430718011' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8406709392036863212/posts/default/7517838647430718011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8406709392036863212/posts/default/7517838647430718011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acloudofstarlings.blogspot.com/2008/07/wave-machines-i-go-i-go-i-go.html' title='Wave Machines - I Go I Go I Go'/><author><name>G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08211832893156586779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8406709392036863212.post-5162303224414801297</id><published>2008-07-21T15:49:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2008-07-27T12:24:54.958+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Leon Jean Marie - Bring It On</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iZY2Yry2APM/SISjLMCFHNI/AAAAAAAAAHs/5Y9NTksf_44/s1600-h/leon-jean-marie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iZY2Yry2APM/SISjLMCFHNI/AAAAAAAAAHs/5Y9NTksf_44/s320/leon-jean-marie.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225480880260455634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bring it on, indeed. Here's some effortlessly cool urban funkiness from Londoner Leon Jean Marie. Me likey muchly. (You may have already heard of him from the cover of Daft Punk's Digital Love with Alphabeat and FrankMusic.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.leonjeanmarie.com/"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leon Jean Marie&lt;/a&gt; - Bring It On&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8406709392036863212-5162303224414801297?l=acloudofstarlings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acloudofstarlings.blogspot.com/feeds/5162303224414801297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8406709392036863212&amp;postID=5162303224414801297' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8406709392036863212/posts/default/5162303224414801297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8406709392036863212/posts/default/5162303224414801297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acloudofstarlings.blogspot.com/2008/07/leon-jean-marie-bring-it-on.html' title='Leon Jean Marie - Bring It On'/><author><name>G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08211832893156586779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iZY2Yry2APM/SISjLMCFHNI/AAAAAAAAAHs/5Y9NTksf_44/s72-c/leon-jean-marie.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8406709392036863212.post-811410104286030945</id><published>2008-07-20T13:29:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-07-20T13:55:57.660+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Eels - Hello Cruel World</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iZY2Yry2APM/SIM10Bbt37I/AAAAAAAAAHk/WPdWnhr1R5g/s1600-h/front.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iZY2Yry2APM/SIM10Bbt37I/AAAAAAAAAHk/WPdWnhr1R5g/s200/front.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225079160534065074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a really early Eels track, released back in 1992 on &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A Man Called (E)&lt;/span&gt;. E wasn't actually recording as "Eels" yet, so I guess it's not technically an Eels track but seeing as the sole constant member of Eels is E it might as well be. You certainly couldn't argue that it doesn't sound like the Eels!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.eelstheband.com/"&gt;Eels&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;a href="http://www.hotlinkfiles.com/files/1608195_pnivz/01HelloCruelWorld.mp3"&gt;Hello Cruel World&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Man Called (E) &lt;/span&gt;is a great album with some brilliant tracks and it's well worth picking up if you're relatively new to the Eels (which it's very easy to be given the length of their career). And if you have no idea who I'm talking about, check out the 2008 compilation &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Meet The Eels&lt;/span&gt; by clicking &lt;a href="http://www.eelstheband.com/essential_rarities.php"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; and then clicking on the preview sampler button. Listen to the lyrics and be a stronger person.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8406709392036863212-811410104286030945?l=acloudofstarlings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acloudofstarlings.blogspot.com/feeds/811410104286030945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8406709392036863212&amp;postID=811410104286030945' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8406709392036863212/posts/default/811410104286030945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8406709392036863212/posts/default/811410104286030945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acloudofstarlings.blogspot.com/2008/07/eels-hello-cruel-world.html' title='Eels - Hello Cruel World'/><author><name>G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08211832893156586779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iZY2Yry2APM/SIM10Bbt37I/AAAAAAAAAHk/WPdWnhr1R5g/s72-c/front.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8406709392036863212.post-1506586137848498524</id><published>2008-07-19T10:49:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2008-07-19T11:05:08.479+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Allo, Darlin' - Emily</title><content type='html'>"Jingle jangle, jingle jangle" - that sums up the music. "Bastard indie ex boyfriend" - that pretty much sums up the lyrics. But it's also fucking lovely and witty and wise. And that's why I'm posting it, dear listener.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iZY2Yry2APM/SIG8DRlBMbI/AAAAAAAAAHc/aQW5kdfbND8/s1600-h/diary.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iZY2Yry2APM/SIG8DRlBMbI/AAAAAAAAAHc/aQW5kdfbND8/s400/diary.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224663807170785714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Formerly known as The Darlings, Allo Darlin' is the band surrounding Londoner Elizabeth Darling. They released an EP as The Darlings back in November 2007, from which this track was taken. If you like this then the seemingly lovely Ms Darling has &lt;a href="http://www.elizabethdarling.com/songs.html"&gt;a page on her website&lt;/a&gt; where you can listen to and even download her recent demos for free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.elizabethdarling.com/"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Allo, Darlin'&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;a href="http://www.hotlinkfiles.com/files/1604256_poscw/24Emily.mp3"&gt;Emily &lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8406709392036863212-1506586137848498524?l=acloudofstarlings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acloudofstarlings.blogspot.com/feeds/1506586137848498524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8406709392036863212&amp;postID=1506586137848498524' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8406709392036863212/posts/default/1506586137848498524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8406709392036863212/posts/default/1506586137848498524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acloudofstarlings.blogspot.com/2008/07/allo-darlin-emily.html' title='Allo, Darlin&apos; - Emily'/><author><name>G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08211832893156586779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iZY2Yry2APM/SIG8DRlBMbI/AAAAAAAAAHc/aQW5kdfbND8/s72-c/diary.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8406709392036863212.post-4155984537641994980</id><published>2008-07-18T09:02:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-07-18T09:02:01.230+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Hot Seconds - Went To India</title><content type='html'>Hot Seconds release their new album tomorrow. Here's track 4; a magnificently sneery look at indie people, possibly including a bit of caustic self analysis, given that James Love (who I think writes most, if not all, of the lyrics) is actually born in the UK (see the last line of the first verse - lyrics below). The bass line to this song is awesome, proper stonking awesome. It's so stonking you could build a castle on it. No, I'm not quite sure what I mean either but bear with me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you like this (and I think you will, people of the internet), you can stream the whole album at &lt;a href="http://www.hotseconds.net/music/"&gt;http://www.hotseconds.net/music/&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.hotseconds.net/"&gt;Hot Seconds&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;a href="http://www.hotlinkfiles.com/files/1595064_lfumc/Hot_Seconds_Went_to_India.mp3"&gt;Went To India&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;I went to India to find myself&lt;br /&gt;I'm so spiritual - can't you tell?&lt;br /&gt;Square pegs, round holes, not a problem for me&lt;br /&gt;I'm Silver Surfer, Wolverine and the Fantastic Three&lt;br /&gt;I'm so cool man, I live rock and roll&lt;br /&gt;I dress retro and I walk with soul&lt;br /&gt;I'm so broke that I could just give in&lt;br /&gt;I was born in Suffolk county but I say Brooklyn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You live your life so fast&lt;br /&gt;You're so cool&lt;br /&gt;You live your life on the edge &lt;br /&gt;You break the rules&lt;br /&gt;Your life is better than ours&lt;br /&gt;You're gonna fly out to Mars&lt;br /&gt;And be a star in the stars&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just got up does my hair look ok?&lt;br /&gt;I've got a guitar but I don't know how to play&lt;br /&gt;I'm so in it will soon open wide&lt;br /&gt;I live in Scarsdale but I say Lower East Side&lt;br /&gt;You know I'm tortured, would you like to buy a poem?&lt;br /&gt;But it's not my best work here than I'm showing you&lt;br /&gt;I know that band and I can dig&lt;br /&gt;But I stopped listening to them when they got big&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8406709392036863212-4155984537641994980?l=acloudofstarlings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acloudofstarlings.blogspot.com/feeds/4155984537641994980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8406709392036863212&amp;postID=4155984537641994980' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8406709392036863212/posts/default/4155984537641994980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8406709392036863212/posts/default/4155984537641994980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acloudofstarlings.blogspot.com/2008/07/hot-seconds-went-to-india.html' title='Hot Seconds - Went To India'/><author><name>G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08211832893156586779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8406709392036863212.post-4989674363869989256</id><published>2008-07-17T09:27:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-07-17T09:27:00.840+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Bella Koshka - Home</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iZY2Yry2APM/SH5N3ihq3PI/AAAAAAAAAHU/DnJpA3NNalM/s1600-h/6059123.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iZY2Yry2APM/SH5N3ihq3PI/AAAAAAAAAHU/DnJpA3NNalM/s400/6059123.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223698234352524530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't had anything ambient/chill-out on here in a long time, if ever, but this is proper lush*. Bella Koshka are a Minneapolis, NM, band who released their album &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Slow Dancing On The Ocean Floor&lt;/span&gt; earlier this year and another EP is due out early 2009. You can buy &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Slow Dancing&lt;/span&gt; direct from the artist by clicking a link on their myspace and yey for that. I'm always surprised how few artists sell cds direct - cut out the middleman people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/bellakoshka"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bella Koshka&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;a href="http://www.hotlinkfiles.com/files/1595129_5u2hi/Home.mp3"&gt;Home&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* As I write that I imagine "proper lush" said with a proper good Welsh accent - think Gavin and Stacey. If you haven't discovered that show yet then you are missing out on a treat.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8406709392036863212-4989674363869989256?l=acloudofstarlings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acloudofstarlings.blogspot.com/feeds/4989674363869989256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8406709392036863212&amp;postID=4989674363869989256' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8406709392036863212/posts/default/4989674363869989256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8406709392036863212/posts/default/4989674363869989256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acloudofstarlings.blogspot.com/2008/07/bella-koshka-home.html' title='Bella Koshka - Home'/><author><name>G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08211832893156586779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iZY2Yry2APM/SH5N3ihq3PI/AAAAAAAAAHU/DnJpA3NNalM/s72-c/6059123.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8406709392036863212.post-4892810793775540587</id><published>2008-07-16T12:34:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-07-16T12:52:07.537+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Jaguar Farm - Land of a 1000 Lakes</title><content type='html'>Here's a proper bit of mental for a Wednesday (after all, let us not forget, children, that Wednesday is Mental day). Jaguar Farm is Alexander Ladrola from Los Angeles. He writes quirky electronic shoegazey electro pop WHICH IS WHAT THE WORLD NEEDS PEOPLE. I'm &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;really&lt;/span&gt; keen on this Land Of 1000 Lakes track though I have literally no idea what to make of it. It starts off sounding pretty cool with some piano chords and then in comes this crazy assed vocal and then it just cuts out at around 55 seconds with no warning. It sounds like the offspring of a bad trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just checked the old last.fm machine and he's only got 108 recorded plays - let us venture forth and double it, my friends! I'm gonna post two tracks, just cause I'm nice. Autobus is the second track, an awesome whirry clicky instrumental. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/jaguarfarm"&gt;Jaguar Farm&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;a href="http://www.hotlinkfiles.com/files/1593971_e2qjf/02Landof1000Lakes.mp3"&gt;Land of a 1000 Lakes&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/jaguarfarm"&gt;Jaguar Farm&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;a href="http://www.hotlinkfiles.com/files/1593986_xykdu/01Autobus.mp3"&gt;Autobus&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8406709392036863212-4892810793775540587?l=acloudofstarlings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acloudofstarlings.blogspot.com/feeds/4892810793775540587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8406709392036863212&amp;postID=4892810793775540587' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8406709392036863212/posts/default/4892810793775540587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8406709392036863212/posts/default/4892810793775540587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acloudofstarlings.blogspot.com/2008/07/jaguar-farm-land-of-1000-lakes.html' title='Jaguar Farm - Land of a 1000 Lakes'/><author><name>G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08211832893156586779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8406709392036863212.post-552663669990318530</id><published>2008-07-15T11:24:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2008-07-18T23:21:30.815+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Ida Maria - I Like You So Much Better When You're Naked</title><content type='html'>This song is so damn good. I'm posting it now because I know in a week I'll have heard it a billion times and will be wishing only I knew about it (it's on the A-list at Radio 1, which means it's going to be totally unavoidable for the rest of the summer). There's nothing like overexposure to something you love to weaken the emotion. Oh well. We're making the most of the moment. And in the moment this song is undeniably fantastic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should explain: for those of you reading this who aren't from the UK or Scandinavia, Ida Maria is going to be big. She's been tipped for success for a while, but passed me by. I'm now joining the SS Ida Maria, but everyone else has got there before me and there's nowhere to sit but in the lifeboat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ida Maria is from Mesnay in Norway. She released her debut album, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Fortress Around My Heart&lt;/span&gt;, back in May. She's got a few upcoming gigs in the UK and Scandinavia this month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://profile.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=user.viewprofile&amp;amp;friendid=62152007"&gt;Ida Maria&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;a href="http://www.4shared.com/file/55727689/4b8b6c9/43_I_Like_You_So_Much_Better_When_Yo.html"&gt;I Like You So Much Better When You're Naked&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------&lt;br /&gt;Now playing: &lt;a href="http://www.foxytunes.com/artist/semisonic/track/act+naturally" title="'Semisonic - Act Naturally' - open on FoxyTunes Planet"&gt;Semisonic - Act Naturally&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-style: italic; font-size: 10px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8406709392036863212-552663669990318530?l=acloudofstarlings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acloudofstarlings.blogspot.com/feeds/552663669990318530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8406709392036863212&amp;postID=552663669990318530' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8406709392036863212/posts/default/552663669990318530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8406709392036863212/posts/default/552663669990318530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acloudofstarlings.blogspot.com/2008/07/ida-maria-i-like-you-so-much-better.html' title='Ida Maria - I Like You So Much Better When You&apos;re Naked'/><author><name>G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08211832893156586779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8406709392036863212.post-7192479238138432190</id><published>2008-07-14T11:34:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-07-14T11:55:20.297+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Late Of The Pier - Space And The Woods</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iZY2Yry2APM/SHstzOJr5XI/AAAAAAAAAHM/uPS0ItqSv_M/s1600-h/4652257.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iZY2Yry2APM/SHstzOJr5XI/AAAAAAAAAHM/uPS0ItqSv_M/s200/4652257.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222818550861522290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Oh my good Lord what a stonking bass line these boys have put in this song. I'm dancing around the farm like a monkey on crack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Late Of The Pier are an alternative electro pop band from Castle Donnington, which is kind of a small village in Leicestershire (population 7000), but is also called the "home of metal" because it hosted the Monsters of Rock festival back in days of yore, back when men were real men with long sweaty hair, taking their shirts off and scrumming around in the dark amidst the flashing lights. Their debut album is released on the 11th of August and I can guarantee they'll be on here again because I am liking them muchly muchly muchly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/lateofthepier"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Late Of The Pier&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;a href="http://www.hotlinkfiles.com/files/1587279_zzhwt/89SpaceAndTheWoods.mp3"&gt;Space And The Woods&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is some seriously good music around at the moment! I've got some stonking tracks lined up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------&lt;br /&gt;Now playing: &lt;a href="http://www.foxytunes.com/artist/hot+seconds/track/went+to+india" title="'Hot Seconds - Went to India' - open on FoxyTunes Planet"&gt;Hot Seconds - Went to India&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-style: italic; font-size: 10px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8406709392036863212-7192479238138432190?l=acloudofstarlings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acloudofstarlings.blogspot.com/feeds/7192479238138432190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8406709392036863212&amp;postID=7192479238138432190' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8406709392036863212/posts/default/7192479238138432190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8406709392036863212/posts/default/7192479238138432190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acloudofstarlings.blogspot.com/2008/07/late-of-pier-space-and-woods.html' title='Late Of The Pier - Space And The Woods'/><author><name>G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08211832893156586779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iZY2Yry2APM/SHstzOJr5XI/AAAAAAAAAHM/uPS0ItqSv_M/s72-c/4652257.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8406709392036863212.post-5061605692824299087</id><published>2008-07-13T15:49:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2008-07-15T11:52:19.307+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Bikini - Tonight</title><content type='html'>Since I've started this blog I've been getting a surprising number of emails from bands promoting their music (I suspect this is largely because I'm relatively easy to contact!). Anyway, I always listen to a track or two but usually they're a bit crap and I feel like I've wasted those minutes. This morning, to my surprise, I got one I actually liked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bikini are a Canadian band who purport to sound like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iZY2Yry2APM/SHoXfKae7AI/AAAAAAAAAHE/_Oedn8_uHYM/s1600-h/default_terryworld_exc_12_0707021129_id_62695.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iZY2Yry2APM/SHoXfKae7AI/AAAAAAAAAHE/_Oedn8_uHYM/s400/default_terryworld_exc_12_0707021129_id_62695.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222512542028327938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't help but be amused by that. Bikini's E.P., &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Concerning the number 7 and your love&lt;/span&gt;, is released tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/bikinii"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bikini&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;a href="http://www.4shared.com/file/55254015/2819df54/02_Tonight.html"&gt;Tonight&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/bikinii"&gt;Bikini&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;a href="http://www.4shared.com/file/55254367/8b1096e6/1234__Feist_Cover_.html"&gt;1234 (Feist Cover)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[EDIT:  Links moved (due to massive bandwidth consumption!) but still active]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8406709392036863212-5061605692824299087?l=acloudofstarlings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acloudofstarlings.blogspot.com/feeds/5061605692824299087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8406709392036863212&amp;postID=5061605692824299087' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8406709392036863212/posts/default/5061605692824299087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8406709392036863212/posts/default/5061605692824299087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acloudofstarlings.blogspot.com/2008/07/bikini-tonight.html' title='Bikini - Tonight'/><author><name>G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08211832893156586779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iZY2Yry2APM/SHoXfKae7AI/AAAAAAAAAHE/_Oedn8_uHYM/s72-c/default_terryworld_exc_12_0707021129_id_62695.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8406709392036863212.post-542281170184679996</id><published>2008-07-11T13:05:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-07-11T13:22:11.645+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Richard Ashcroft - Slow Was My Heart</title><content type='html'>I don't know if anyone has heard but apparently the Verve are back together? Someone also mentioned a new Coldplay album, but I don't anything more about that either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.theverve.co.uk/"&gt;Richard Ashcroft&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;a href="http://www.hotlinkfiles.com/files/1570019_uxbfw/09SlowWasMyHeart.mp3"&gt;Slow Was My Heart&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For Tess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slow was my heart&lt;br /&gt;And so you had gone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we move on&lt;br /&gt;Please stay strong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It keeps on turning yeah yeah for everyone&lt;br /&gt;We keep on learning yeah yeah to kiss the sun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weak was my strength&lt;br /&gt;Your hand I should have lend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we move on&lt;br /&gt;Please stay strong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It keeps on turning yeah yeah for everyone&lt;br /&gt;We keep on learning yeah yeah to kiss the sun&lt;br /&gt;Like everyone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fly, fly my plane&lt;br /&gt;To an eastern runway&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And tell me why&lt;br /&gt;Love must die&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It keeps on turning yeah yeah for everyone&lt;br /&gt;You keep on learning yeah yeah to kiss the sun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just like everyone&lt;br /&gt;(Keep on learning yeah yeah)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;         &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iZY2Yry2APM/SHdPJa1UmKI/AAAAAAAAAG8/maavcwNY4P8/s1600-h/n659380453_2685148_2592.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iZY2Yry2APM/SHdPJa1UmKI/AAAAAAAAAG8/maavcwNY4P8/s400/n659380453_2685148_2592.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221729316199766178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8406709392036863212-542281170184679996?l=acloudofstarlings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acloudofstarlings.blogspot.com/feeds/542281170184679996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8406709392036863212&amp;postID=542281170184679996' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8406709392036863212/posts/default/542281170184679996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8406709392036863212/posts/default/542281170184679996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acloudofstarlings.blogspot.com/2008/07/richard-ashcroft-slow-was-my-heart.html' title='Richard Ashcroft - Slow Was My Heart'/><author><name>G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08211832893156586779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iZY2Yry2APM/SHdPJa1UmKI/AAAAAAAAAG8/maavcwNY4P8/s72-c/n659380453_2685148_2592.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8406709392036863212.post-1538511160601233391</id><published>2008-07-10T12:57:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2008-07-14T11:56:44.568+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Katherine Gehl - A Pound of Kumquats</title><content type='html'>I get a kind of thrill when I start listening to a track I've found and then check out the last.fm page and see that hardly anyone else has listened. In the kind of world where people like Radiohead have almost 110 million individual recorded play counts there's something special to be said for listening to an artist that has less than 300. Celebrate that difference! Katherine Gehl is one such artist. And the thing is, quantity of play counts is not necessarily an indicator of quality. There's something delightful about Katherine Gehl. Bits of this track are undeniably a bit shambolic but, let's be fair, she's playing what sounds like a Casio keyboard. Shambolic is how you play them. Let's get her a few more play counts!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.last.fm/music/Katherine+Gehl"&gt;http://www.last.fm/music/Katherine+Gehl&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://profile.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=user.viewprofile&amp;amp;friendID=274040009"&gt;Katherine Gehl&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;a href="http://www.hotlinkfiles.com/files/1566102_cetws/01APoundOfKumquats.mp3"&gt;A Pound Of Kumquats&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8406709392036863212-1538511160601233391?l=acloudofstarlings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acloudofstarlings.blogspot.com/feeds/1538511160601233391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8406709392036863212&amp;postID=1538511160601233391' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8406709392036863212/posts/default/1538511160601233391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8406709392036863212/posts/default/1538511160601233391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acloudofstarlings.blogspot.com/2008/07/katherine-gehl-pound-of-kumquats.html' title='Katherine Gehl - A Pound of Kumquats'/><author><name>G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08211832893156586779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8406709392036863212.post-4731228555059152196</id><published>2008-07-09T13:28:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2008-07-09T13:50:17.260+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Laura Viers - Spelunking</title><content type='html'>Of all the presents I got from my ex, this is perhaps my favourite. It's a track from Laura Viers' 2005 album, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Year of Meteors&lt;/span&gt;. The second verse is one of the most special things I have ever come across.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;If I took you darling&lt;br /&gt;To the caverns of my heart&lt;br /&gt;Would you light the lamp dear?&lt;br /&gt;Would you light the lamp dear?&lt;br /&gt;And see fish without eyes&lt;br /&gt;Bats with their heads&lt;br /&gt;Hanging down towards the ground&lt;br /&gt;Would you still come around&lt;br /&gt;Come around?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;And as he lights the lamp, a subdued and echoey electric guitar enters, spilling light all around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laura Viers is touring the UK this month, starting in Winchester tonight! Well, I say the UK, she's basically touring England. I know that's synonymous to a lot of people who aren't from the UK but, please, bands of the world, remember that Wales and Scotland and Northern Ireland also exist and would welcome you with open arms and probably legs, if I'm honest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lauraveirs.com/"&gt;Laura Viers&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;a href="http://www.hotlinkfiles.com/files/1560957_3c9az/09Spelunking.mp3"&gt;Spelunking&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8406709392036863212-4731228555059152196?l=acloudofstarlings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acloudofstarlings.blogspot.com/feeds/4731228555059152196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8406709392036863212&amp;postID=4731228555059152196' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8406709392036863212/posts/default/4731228555059152196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8406709392036863212/posts/default/4731228555059152196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acloudofstarlings.blogspot.com/2008/07/laura-viers-spelunking.html' title='Laura Viers - Spelunking'/><author><name>G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08211832893156586779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8406709392036863212.post-8636736081238765878</id><published>2008-07-07T10:51:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-07-07T11:19:32.131+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Best Friends Forever - Abe Lincoln</title><content type='html'>Sometimes shuffly indie bands sound very studied in their shuffliness, as if they've decided that awkward and clunky is somehow the sound for them. I must be honest and say that in the first few seconds of this track I thought it was one of those bands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(And as you can see it's a "but" important enough to get it's own paragraph.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT the lyrics in this track, Abe Lincoln, are &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;really &lt;/span&gt;good. They're funny, charming, and idiosyncratic. They actually made me laugh out loud a couple of times. They don't sound like someone trying too hard, they sound like a bunch of teenagers or early twenty-somethings sitting around and writing a ridiculous, funny, charming, and idiosyncratic song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best Friends Forever are a pop trio from Minneapolis, MN. They'll be on &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;acloudofstarlings&lt;/span&gt; again cause they're fucking awesome!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://profile.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=user.viewprofile&amp;friendid=54129931"&gt;Best Friends Forever&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;a href="http://www.hotlinkfiles.com/files/1546501_xyqlf/03AbeLincoln.mp3"&gt;Abe Lincoln&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8406709392036863212-8636736081238765878?l=acloudofstarlings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acloudofstarlings.blogspot.com/feeds/8636736081238765878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8406709392036863212&amp;postID=8636736081238765878' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8406709392036863212/posts/default/8636736081238765878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8406709392036863212/posts/default/8636736081238765878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acloudofstarlings.blogspot.com/2008/07/best-friends-forever-abe-lincoln.html' title='Best Friends Forever - Abe Lincoln'/><author><name>G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08211832893156586779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8406709392036863212.post-5098369037062093628</id><published>2008-07-04T14:46:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-07-04T14:54:22.176+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Dennis Wilson - Dreamer</title><content type='html'>Another lush track from Dennis Wilson's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Pacific Ocean Blue&lt;/span&gt; album, re-released earlier this month. Apparently the deep buzzing that accompanies pretty much throughout is a bass harmonica.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please forgive brevity; I am so very tired and sore after my operation...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dennis_Wilson"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dennis Wilson&lt;/a&gt; -  &lt;a href="http://www.4shared.com/file/53842466/2318d0c5/05_Dreamer.html"&gt;Dreamer&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that relatively religious orientated track, here's something to redress the balance...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="left: 0px ! important; top: 0px ! important;" title="Block this object with Adblock Plus" class="abp-objtab-04501644527850298 visible ontop" href="http://www.youtube.com/v/7-ZnPE3G_YY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/7-ZnPE3G_YY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/7-ZnPE3G_YY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8406709392036863212-5098369037062093628?l=acloudofstarlings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acloudofstarlings.blogspot.com/feeds/5098369037062093628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8406709392036863212&amp;postID=5098369037062093628' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8406709392036863212/posts/default/5098369037062093628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8406709392036863212/posts/default/5098369037062093628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acloudofstarlings.blogspot.com/2008/07/dennis-wilson-dreamer.html' title='Dennis Wilson - Dreamer'/><author><name>G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08211832893156586779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8406709392036863212.post-8982048725599625263</id><published>2008-07-03T11:37:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-07-03T11:54:39.416+01:00</updated><title type='text'>David Bowie - Bring Me The Disco King</title><content type='html'>There's something about this track that makes me ache. It's beautiful. It's the last track of David Bowie's most recent studio album, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Reality&lt;/span&gt;. The lyrics are obviously nostalgic but couched in typical Bowie suggestive ambiguity. You can easily spend hours trying to pin down exactly what he means, but I'm starting to think that to do so is to miss the point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.davidbowie.com/"&gt;David Bowie&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;a href="http://www.4shared.com/file/53699663/456dd2e4/1-11_Bring_Me_The_Disco_King.html"&gt;Bring Me The Disco King&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You promised me the ending would be clear&lt;br /&gt;You'd let me know when the time was now&lt;br /&gt;Don't let me know when you're opening the door&lt;br /&gt;Stab me in the dark, let me disappear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Memories that flutter like bats out of hell&lt;br /&gt;Stab you from the city spires&lt;br /&gt;Life wasn't worth the balance&lt;br /&gt;Or the crumpled paper it was written on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't let me know we're invisible&lt;br /&gt;Don't let me know we're invisible&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hot cash days that you trailed around&lt;br /&gt;Cold cold nights under chrome and glass&lt;br /&gt;Led me down river of perfumed limbs&lt;br /&gt;Sent me to the streets with the good time girls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't let me know we're invisible&lt;br /&gt;Don't let me know we're invisible&lt;br /&gt;We could dance, dance, dance thru' the fire&lt;br /&gt;Dance, dance, dance thru' the fire&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feed me no lies&lt;br /&gt;I don't know about you, I don't know about you&lt;br /&gt;Breathe through the years&lt;br /&gt;I don't know about you, I don't know about you&lt;br /&gt;Bring me the disco king&lt;br /&gt;I don't know about you, I don't know about you&lt;br /&gt;Dead or alive, bring me the disco king&lt;br /&gt;Bring me the disco king, bring me the disco king&lt;br /&gt;Bring me the disco king&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spin-offs with those who slept like corpses&lt;br /&gt;Damp morning rays in the stiff bad clubs&lt;br /&gt;Killing time in the '70s&lt;br /&gt;Smelling of love through the moist winds&lt;br /&gt;Don't let me know when you're opening the door&lt;br /&gt;Close me in the dark, let me disappear&lt;br /&gt;Soon there'll be nothing left of me&lt;br /&gt;Nothing left to release&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dance, dance, dance thru' the fire&lt;br /&gt;Dance, dance, dance thru' the fire&lt;br /&gt;Feed me no lies&lt;br /&gt;I don't know about you, I don't know about you&lt;br /&gt;Breathe through the years&lt;br /&gt;I don't know about you, I don't know about you&lt;br /&gt;Bring me the disco king&lt;br /&gt;I don't know about you, I don't know about you&lt;br /&gt;Dead or alive, bring me the disco king&lt;br /&gt;Bring me the disco king&lt;br /&gt;Bring me the disco king, bring me the disco king&lt;br /&gt;Bring me the disco king, bring me the disco king&lt;br /&gt;Bring me the disco king, bring me the disco king&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8406709392036863212-8982048725599625263?l=acloudofstarlings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acloudofstarlings.blogspot.com/feeds/8982048725599625263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8406709392036863212&amp;postID=8982048725599625263' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8406709392036863212/posts/default/8982048725599625263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8406709392036863212/posts/default/8982048725599625263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acloudofstarlings.blogspot.com/2008/07/david-bowie-bring-me-disco-king.html' title='David Bowie - Bring Me The Disco King'/><author><name>G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08211832893156586779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8406709392036863212.post-927640244291063590</id><published>2008-07-02T10:46:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T11:04:51.606+01:00</updated><title type='text'>The Dresden Dolls - Night Reconnaissance</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Nothing is crueller than children who come from good homes&lt;br /&gt;Gotta forgive them, I guess, but whose side are you on?&lt;br /&gt;Driving around my hometown, I remember it all&lt;br /&gt;Dropping my lunchbox and tampax all over the hall&lt;br /&gt;And they said...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are a socialist cokehead, we know from your clothes&lt;br /&gt;You are a Satanist worshipper, oh, that's evil&lt;br /&gt;You think you're poet, a folksinger, ???&lt;br /&gt;A volleyball player?! you've got to be kidding us all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we hide from the cunts&lt;br /&gt;On a night reconnaissance&lt;br /&gt;Steal flamingos and gnomes&lt;br /&gt;From the dark side of the lawn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one can stop us&lt;br /&gt;The script is a work of genius&lt;br /&gt;No one has bought the rights yet but&lt;br /&gt;We're not giving up&lt;br /&gt;Every unwanted lawn jockey fits in the script&lt;br /&gt;Directed by Spielberg and starring the masochist club&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marion looked like hell&lt;br /&gt;Stuck in that ridicules shell&lt;br /&gt;Give us some light and god's pure love&lt;br /&gt;We know what you've been dreaming of&lt;br /&gt;Give us some light and god's pure love&lt;br /&gt;We know what you've been dreaming of&lt;br /&gt;Give us some light and god's pure love&lt;br /&gt;We know what you've been dreaming of&lt;br /&gt;We're taking you to Hollywood&lt;br /&gt;Hollywood&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we hide from the cunts&lt;br /&gt;On a night reconnaissance&lt;br /&gt;Steal flamingos and gnomes&lt;br /&gt;From the dark side of the lawn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One is a socialist cock-head they dressed in my clothes&lt;br /&gt;One is a Satanist worshipping who's evil&lt;br /&gt;One is a poet who starts up a band of his own&lt;br /&gt;One is a volleyball player with both of her wrists broke&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we hide from the cunts&lt;br /&gt;On a night reconnaissance&lt;br /&gt;Steal flamingos girls and gnomes&lt;br /&gt;From the dark side of the lawn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we give them good homes&lt;br /&gt;Give them love they've never known&lt;br /&gt;In the loft, in the lawn,&lt;br /&gt;In the town where I was born&lt;br /&gt;In the loft, in the bar,&lt;br /&gt;In the town where I was born&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;How's that for a set of lyrics? What I particularly like about this song is that before reading the lyrics I thought she was singing "Nothing is cooler than kids from good homes" in the first verse, and "And we hide from the guns" in the chorus. I never know whether bands do this on purpose but it adds something else for us to get our heads around and that's always a good thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/obligatory paragraph about band which I don't particularly feel is necessary when the lyrics are that interesting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blah blah blah ... so-called "Brechtian Punk Cabaret" ... yada yada ... Boston, MA ... flim flam flim flam ... don't call them "gothic" ... schnuzz schnuzz ... map of Amanda Dresden Doll's teenage soul...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iZY2Yry2APM/SGtSI8fiq7I/AAAAAAAAAG0/0nyPBCAAeCg/s1600-h/soulmap_sm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iZY2Yry2APM/SGtSI8fiq7I/AAAAAAAAAG0/0nyPBCAAeCg/s400/soulmap_sm.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218354906869705650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dresdendolls.com/"&gt;The Dresden Dolls&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;a href="http://www.4shared.com/file/53563910/f30057bf/64_Night_Reconnaissance.html"&gt;Night Reconnaissance&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8406709392036863212-927640244291063590?l=acloudofstarlings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acloudofstarlings.blogspot.com/feeds/927640244291063590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8406709392036863212&amp;postID=927640244291063590' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8406709392036863212/posts/default/927640244291063590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8406709392036863212/posts/default/927640244291063590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acloudofstarlings.blogspot.com/2008/07/dresden-dolls-night-reconnaissance.html' title='The Dresden Dolls - Night Reconnaissance'/><author><name>G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08211832893156586779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iZY2Yry2APM/SGtSI8fiq7I/AAAAAAAAAG0/0nyPBCAAeCg/s72-c/soulmap_sm.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8406709392036863212.post-6901783216302332120</id><published>2008-06-30T09:00:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-06-30T09:00:00.711+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Pacific! - Break Your Social System</title><content type='html'>Revolutionary lyrics via the medium of funky electro-pop-dance. What more could you ask for on a Monday morn? Pacific! are from Sweden. I dunno what it is with Sweden. How are they so effortlessly cool? Pacific! released ther debut album &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Reveries&lt;/span&gt; earlier this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm having a bit of an operation today and may be woozy for a few days so I expect the next couple of posts will be a bit random. Having said that, most of my posts are a bit random, so maybe they'll seem unusually lucid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pacific! - &lt;a href="http://www.4shared.com/file/53067690/ef2a9c6e/08_-_Pacific_-_Break_Your_Social_System.html"&gt;Break Your Social System&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8406709392036863212-6901783216302332120?l=acloudofstarlings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acloudofstarlings.blogspot.com/feeds/6901783216302332120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8406709392036863212&amp;postID=6901783216302332120' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8406709392036863212/posts/default/6901783216302332120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8406709392036863212/posts/default/6901783216302332120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acloudofstarlings.blogspot.com/2008/06/pacific-break-your-social-system.html' title='Pacific! - Break Your Social System'/><author><name>G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08211832893156586779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8406709392036863212.post-7211698795260643634</id><published>2008-06-29T09:20:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-06-29T09:20:00.728+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Death In Vegas - Aisha</title><content type='html'>While randomly skipping through the jukebox in the pub a couple of nights ago I came across this song, which I hadn't heard for ages. What a CHOON. The whole thing is just effortlessly cool and with Iggy Pop as the vocalist, well, it's time for superlatives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/deathinvegas"&gt;Death in Vegas&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;a href="http://www.4shared.com/file/53067691/982dacf8/05_aisha.html"&gt;Aisha&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8406709392036863212-7211698795260643634?l=acloudofstarlings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acloudofstarlings.blogspot.com/feeds/7211698795260643634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8406709392036863212&amp;postID=7211698795260643634' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8406709392036863212/posts/default/7211698795260643634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8406709392036863212/posts/default/7211698795260643634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acloudofstarlings.blogspot.com/2008/06/death-in-vegas-aisha.html' title='Death In Vegas - Aisha'/><author><name>G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08211832893156586779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8406709392036863212.post-4448604966540369358</id><published>2008-06-28T10:45:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-06-28T11:37:01.658+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Los Campesinos! - The International Tweexcore Underground</title><content type='html'>Today, I am we. Bear with me/us. It's been a long day (and it's only about 11am)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We love Los Campesinos! very much here at A Cloud Of Starlings. They makes us do a small wee with pleasure. Their debut record, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hold On Now, Youngster!&lt;/span&gt; is our favourite of the year so far: exuberant, funny, clever, happy, shouty, and singalongy. (Yes, singalongy, that IS a word, what's your problem?).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This track wasn't on their debut, but was a single from back in 2007. It got to #126 on the UK singles chart which says a lot more about the UK singles chart than the song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.loscampesinos.com/"&gt;Los Campesinos&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;a href="http://www.4shared.com/file/53064083/79002fc9/14_The_International_Tweexcore_Under.html"&gt;The International Tweexcore Underground&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iZY2Yry2APM/SGYTsM7uHXI/AAAAAAAAAGs/1xOikuqzLCc/s1600-h/20080227_085546_19.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iZY2Yry2APM/SGYTsM7uHXI/AAAAAAAAAGs/1xOikuqzLCc/s320/20080227_085546_19.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216878868462181746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8406709392036863212-4448604966540369358?l=acloudofstarlings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acloudofstarlings.blogspot.com/feeds/4448604966540369358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8406709392036863212&amp;postID=4448604966540369358' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8406709392036863212/posts/default/4448604966540369358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8406709392036863212/posts/default/4448604966540369358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acloudofstarlings.blogspot.com/2008/06/los-campesinos-international-tweexcore.html' title='Los Campesinos! - The International Tweexcore Underground'/><author><name>G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08211832893156586779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iZY2Yry2APM/SGYTsM7uHXI/AAAAAAAAAGs/1xOikuqzLCc/s72-c/20080227_085546_19.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8406709392036863212.post-5146610222371006583</id><published>2008-06-27T15:26:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-06-27T15:43:05.443+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Angus and Julia Stone - Here We Go Again</title><content type='html'>I'm feeling really blue today. You may laugh at this but my favourite chicken, Brain, got taken by the fox, and I only just managed to save Pinky. The names don't help you take it seriously, do they? I nearly put "R.I.P Brain" as my Facebook status but realised that was asking people to laugh. I'm really not joking! I mean, I'm starting to feel a certain amount of gallows humour but I'm still really upset. Bastard fox.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, here's a song that may chase the blues away. Kings of Convenience style guitars with harmonies that remind me of the Magic Numbers. Angus and Julia Stone are Australian siblings, whose debut album &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A Book Like This&lt;/span&gt; was released back in March and reached 5 in the Australian chart, though I must confess to not having heard of them before a couple of weeks ago. Pretty damned good though!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.angusandjuliastone.com/"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angus and Julia Stone&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;a href="http://www.fileden.com/files/2008/6/15/1960319/30%20Here%20We%20Go%20Again.mp3"&gt;Here We Go Again&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iZY2Yry2APM/SGT7IrH58tI/AAAAAAAAAGk/xFbCHvZbYO8/s1600-h/166741.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iZY2Yry2APM/SGT7IrH58tI/AAAAAAAAAGk/xFbCHvZbYO8/s320/166741.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216570394835284690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8406709392036863212-5146610222371006583?l=acloudofstarlings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acloudofstarlings.blogspot.com/feeds/5146610222371006583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8406709392036863212&amp;postID=5146610222371006583' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8406709392036863212/posts/default/5146610222371006583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8406709392036863212/posts/default/5146610222371006583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acloudofstarlings.blogspot.com/2008/06/angus-and-julia-stone-here-we-go-again.html' title='Angus and Julia Stone - Here We Go Again'/><author><name>G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08211832893156586779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iZY2Yry2APM/SGT7IrH58tI/AAAAAAAAAGk/xFbCHvZbYO8/s72-c/166741.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8406709392036863212.post-3021424582163287638</id><published>2008-06-26T11:30:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-06-26T11:43:57.532+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Blah Blah Blah - Death To The Indie Disco</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iZY2Yry2APM/SGNyTKzau0I/AAAAAAAAAGc/_JBzd8pert4/s1600-h/Blah_Blah_Blah-Death_To_The_Indie_Disco_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iZY2Yry2APM/SGNyTKzau0I/AAAAAAAAAGc/_JBzd8pert4/s320/Blah_Blah_Blah-Death_To_The_Indie_Disco_2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216138467068263234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"Death to the indie disco&lt;br /&gt;Death to the London scene&lt;br /&gt;Death to the dancers in their best clothes&lt;br /&gt;To be in your gang dont mean a shit to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a backlash to conformity&lt;br /&gt;Where by there is a format thats obligatary&lt;br /&gt;This all seems quite contradictory&lt;br /&gt;So we've got nothing in common"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't agree more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blah Blah Blah are, apparently, &lt;a href="http://www.last.fm/music/Blah+Blah+Blah"&gt;often described&lt;/a&gt; as the most fun you can have with your clothes on. I dunno about that (whoever wrote that obviously hasn't ever stirred a slurrey pit. That's a joke by the way. hafuckingha) but they certainly are endearingly ebullient. That's my word for the day, by the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/blahblahblahandfriends"&gt;Blah Blah Blah&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;a href="http://www.hotlinkfiles.com/files/1500037_4di3l/20DeathToTheIndieDisco.mp3"&gt;Death to the Indie Disco&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------&lt;br /&gt;Now playing: &lt;a href="http://www.foxytunes.com/artist/dresden+dolls/track/night+reconnaissance" title="'Dresden Dolls - Night Reconnaissance' - open on FoxyTunes Planet"&gt;Dresden Dolls - Night Reconnaissance&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-style: italic;font-size:10;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8406709392036863212-3021424582163287638?l=acloudofstarlings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acloudofstarlings.blogspot.com/feeds/3021424582163287638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8406709392036863212&amp;postID=3021424582163287638' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8406709392036863212/posts/default/3021424582163287638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8406709392036863212/posts/default/3021424582163287638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acloudofstarlings.blogspot.com/2008/06/blah-blah-blah-death-to-indie-disco.html' title='Blah Blah Blah - Death To The Indie Disco'/><author><name>G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08211832893156586779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iZY2Yry2APM/SGNyTKzau0I/AAAAAAAAAGc/_JBzd8pert4/s72-c/Blah_Blah_Blah-Death_To_The_Indie_Disco_2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8406709392036863212.post-4142088860498786161</id><published>2008-06-25T15:04:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2008-06-28T11:13:03.175+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Sufjan Stevens - Casimir Pulaski Day; Regina Spektor - Chemo Limo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iZY2Yry2APM/SGJUnTHXReI/AAAAAAAAAGM/0EUu6eEtPqQ/s1600-h/sufjan_press2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 250px; height: 169px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iZY2Yry2APM/SGJUnTHXReI/AAAAAAAAAGM/0EUu6eEtPqQ/s320/sufjan_press2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215824352571246050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Cancer is an extremely difficult subject to treat sensitively. These two songs are the only two I know of to so do well. The first is Sufjan Steven's 'Casimir Pulaski Day' off the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Come on! Feel the Illinoise!&lt;/span&gt; album (2005). It's written from the perspective of a Christian (I assume male), in love with Christian girl who has been diagnosed with cancer of the bone, and is full of wise perspectives on how people deal with anticipated grief. It's sad but it's also about the beauty of life. I recommend reading &lt;a href="http://lyrics.lyr-x.com/6073/"&gt;the lyrics&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.asthmatickitty.com/musicians.php?artistID=5"&gt;Sufjan Stevens&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;a href="http://www.4shared.com/file/53063790/618a610e/10_Casimir_Pulaski_Day.html"&gt;Casimir Pulasky Day&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regina Spektor's 'Chemo Limo' is written from the perspective of someone with terminal cancer, though this isn't immediately obvious. In fact, initially it's surreally funny ("crispy crispy Benjamin Franklin") but soon the dark underside to the lyrics becomes apparent and it's heartbreaking, especially the part about Barbara. &lt;a href="http://www.lyricsmode.com/lyrics/r/regina_spektor/chemo_limo.html"&gt;Lyrics&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.reginaspektor.com/"&gt;Regina Spektor&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;a href="http://www.4shared.com/file/53063789/14de8eb/10_Chemo_Limo.html"&gt;Chemo Limo&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iZY2Yry2APM/SGJUvhQSORI/AAAAAAAAAGU/ULWhiaK_FbI/s1600-h/spektor_r_1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iZY2Yry2APM/SGJUvhQSORI/AAAAAAAAAGU/ULWhiaK_FbI/s400/spektor_r_1_500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215824493805713682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------&lt;br /&gt;Now playing: &lt;a href="http://www.foxytunes.com/artist/sufjan+stevens/track/they+are+night+zombies%21%21+they+are+neighbors%21%21+they+have+come+back+from+the+dead%21%21+ahhhh%21" title="'Sufjan Stevens - They Are Night Zombies!! They Are Neighbors!! They Have Come Back From The Dead!! Ahhhh!' - open on FoxyTunes Planet"&gt;Sufjan Stevens - They Are Night Zombies!! They Are Neighbors!! They Have Come Back From The Dead!! Ahhhh!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-style: italic;font-size:10;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8406709392036863212-4142088860498786161?l=acloudofstarlings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acloudofstarlings.blogspot.com/feeds/4142088860498786161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8406709392036863212&amp;postID=4142088860498786161' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8406709392036863212/posts/default/4142088860498786161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8406709392036863212/posts/default/4142088860498786161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acloudofstarlings.blogspot.com/2008/06/sufjan-stevens-casimir-pulaski-day.html' title='Sufjan Stevens - Casimir Pulaski Day; Regina Spektor - Chemo Limo'/><author><name>G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08211832893156586779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iZY2Yry2APM/SGJUnTHXReI/AAAAAAAAAGM/0EUu6eEtPqQ/s72-c/sufjan_press2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8406709392036863212.post-5191969419605635201</id><published>2008-06-24T12:12:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-06-24T13:34:22.359+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Tim Williams - Novel</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sky's now clear, do you like what you see? I do!&lt;br /&gt;Living in your garbage, throwing in your dreams&lt;br /&gt;We know that if you live your life all that way&lt;br /&gt;You're stuck in the novel that no-one will let you leave&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/timwilliams"&gt;Tim Williams&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;a href="http://www.fileden.com/files/2008/6/15/1960319/67%20Novel.mp3"&gt;Novel&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes it's best not to say too much, other than that I like it muchly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOWEVER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is something I want to talk about, and that is what everyone else is talking about... COLDPLAY. I really really like their song 'Vida La Vida'. I can't get enough of it. I hear it on the radio and there's goosebumps. The orchestra accompaniment is just phenomenal - I think it's the best bit of orchestral writing I've ever heard in a pop song. But I've listened through the album a couple of times now and I don't think there's anything else there that comes close, musically or lyrically. There are a few good-enough songs, but nothing anywhere near comparable. Worst are tracks like 'Lost?' The music is ok but the lyrics are absolutely awful. The first half has a series of typical Coldplay "clever" lyrics:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Just because I'm losing&lt;br /&gt;Doesn't mean I'm lost&lt;br /&gt;Doesn't mean I'll stop&lt;br /&gt;Doesn't mean I will cross&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just because I'm hurting&lt;br /&gt;Doesn't mean I'm hurt&lt;br /&gt;Doesn't mean I didn't get what I deserve&lt;br /&gt;No better and no worse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just got lost&lt;br /&gt;Every river that I've tried to cross&lt;br /&gt;Every door I ever tried was locked&lt;br /&gt;Ooh-Oh, And I'm just waiting till the shine wears off...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;My personal favourite is the clunker "Just because I'm hurting doesn't mean I'm hurt".  Well, I'm sorry but I really think it does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then we get this little beauty:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You might be a big fish&lt;br /&gt;In a little pond&lt;br /&gt;Doesn't mean you've won&lt;br /&gt;'Cause along may come&lt;br /&gt;A bigger one&lt;br /&gt;And you'll be lost&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Now, I'm sorry Mr Martin, but everybody knows how the big fish in the little pond thing works. We were taught in primary school for fuck's sake. If you really must use it, at least add to it, don't just paraphrase it. It's just lazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a criticism I'd extend to pretty much every Coldplay album. The music is frequently beautiful, especially on &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Parachutes&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A Rush of Blood to the Head&lt;/span&gt;. The lyrics can sometimes be pretty good (I really like the lyrics of 'Vida La Vida', by the by) but sometimes they are just blah, and blah for 50 minutes can make even the most beautiful music dull after about 5 listens. They rarely - if ever - make you think; rather they're just cut and paste cliches and grand but vague statements that anyone can listen to and think "yeah, that expresses what I feel". Don't get me wrong here, I'm not some ridiculous idiot who thinks that there's something inherently wrong with that, I just know that it's not for me, and that I don't think much of the people who think that the "big fish small pond" analogies are particularly profound. They &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sound&lt;/span&gt; profound because they're accompanied by beautiful music but if you took the music away and read them out in a room full of people, you'd rapidly get slow handclaps and people leaving. Compare most of the lyrics of Coldplay with some of Radiohead's best (Radiohead are &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;so&lt;/span&gt; often cited as an influence on Coldplay) and I think you'll see what I mean. Thom Yorke writes far better analogies and can also construct a narrative, which is something I've not found in a Coldplay track. I'm not saying Thom Yorke writes the best lyrics in the world, just that Chris Martin ought to pay more attention to their lyrics, having already developed a wonderful sound.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Radiohead - Subterrannean Homesick Alien&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The breath of the morning&lt;br /&gt;I keep forgetting&lt;br /&gt;The smell of the warm summer air&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I live in a town&lt;br /&gt;Where you can't smell a thing&lt;br /&gt;You watch your feet&lt;br /&gt;For cracks in the pavement&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Up above&lt;br /&gt;Aliens hover&lt;br /&gt;Making home movies&lt;br /&gt;For the folks back home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of all these weird creatures&lt;br /&gt;Who lock up their spirits&lt;br /&gt;Drill holes in themselves&lt;br /&gt;And live for their secrets&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They're all uptight&lt;br /&gt;Uptight.. (x7)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish that they'd swoop down in a country lane&lt;br /&gt;Late at night when I'm driving&lt;br /&gt;Take me on board their beautiful ship&lt;br /&gt;Show me the world as I'd love to see it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd tell all my friends&lt;br /&gt;But they'd never believe&lt;br /&gt;They'd think that I'd finally lost it completely&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd show them the stars&lt;br /&gt;And the meaning of life&lt;br /&gt;They'd shut me away&lt;br /&gt;But I'd be all right&lt;br /&gt;All right..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just uptight&lt;br /&gt;Uptight.. (x7)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8406709392036863212-5191969419605635201?l=acloudofstarlings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acloudofstarlings.blogspot.com/feeds/5191969419605635201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8406709392036863212&amp;postID=5191969419605635201' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8406709392036863212/posts/default/5191969419605635201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8406709392036863212/posts/default/5191969419605635201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acloudofstarlings.blogspot.com/2008/06/tim-williams-novel.html' title='Tim Williams - Novel'/><author><name>G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08211832893156586779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8406709392036863212.post-7599672500554717698</id><published>2008-06-22T11:20:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2008-06-22T11:51:04.540+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Broadcast 2000 - Get Up And Go</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iZY2Yry2APM/SF4szY_bd6I/AAAAAAAAAGE/AQsL02x9NH8/s1600-h/small1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iZY2Yry2APM/SF4szY_bd6I/AAAAAAAAAGE/AQsL02x9NH8/s320/small1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214654679935055778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Don't read this post yet, just listen to the track - it's lush.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/BROADCAST2000"&gt;Broadcast 2000&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;a href="http://www.savefile.com/files/1623669"&gt;Get Up And Go&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's by Broadcast 2000, which is basically classically trained multi-instrumentalist Joe Steer. He only played his first solo indie gig in March and he's already been Steve Lamacq's artist of the week and been played on Huw Stevens' radio 1 new music show. It's the backing music that gets me; throbbing strings, glistening glockenspiel ostinati, and what I think is a mandolin. Plus there's vocal harmony all the way through, especially in the singalong chorus, and I can't help but love that shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And is it me or is he a total hottie?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUY IT: &lt;a href="http://ax.phobos.apple.com.edgesuite.net/WebObjects/MZStore.woa/wa/browserRedirect?url=itms%253A%252F%252Fax.phobos.apple.com.edgesuite.net%252FWebObjects%252FMZStore.woa%252Fwa%252FviewAlbum%253Fid%253D278483044%2526s%253D143444"&gt;iTunes&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.7digital.com/artists/broadcast-2000/get-up-and-go/"&gt;7Ditigal&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://hmv.com/hmvweb/displayProductDetails.do?ctx=280;-1;-1;-1&amp;amp;sku=806502"&gt;HMV&lt;/a&gt; etc&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------&lt;br /&gt;Now playing: &lt;a href="http://www.foxytunes.com/artist/broadcast+2000/track/get+up+and+go" title="'Broadcast 2000 - Get Up And Go' - open on FoxyTunes Planet"&gt;Broadcast 2000 - Get Up And Go&lt;/a&gt; (on repeat!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8406709392036863212-7599672500554717698?l=acloudofstarlings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acloudofstarlings.blogspot.com/feeds/7599672500554717698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8406709392036863212&amp;postID=7599672500554717698' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8406709392036863212/posts/default/7599672500554717698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8406709392036863212/posts/default/7599672500554717698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acloudofstarlings.blogspot.com/2008/06/broadcast-2000-get-up-and-go.html' title='Broadcast 2000 - Get Up And Go'/><author><name>G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08211832893156586779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iZY2Yry2APM/SF4szY_bd6I/AAAAAAAAAGE/AQsL02x9NH8/s72-c/small1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8406709392036863212.post-1002743258527404361</id><published>2008-06-21T09:53:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-06-21T10:02:08.139+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Cara Beth Satalino - Lullaby</title><content type='html'>Here's another fantastic track from Cara Beth Satalino. She recently released an EP called "The Good Ones", which is only $6, or just under three of our British Pounds. You can't argue with that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/carabeth"&gt;Cara Beth Satalino&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;a href="http://www.hotlinkfiles.com/files/1480317_xhq6v/57Lullaby.mp3"&gt;Lullaby&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love to your mothers&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8406709392036863212-1002743258527404361?l=acloudofstarlings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acloudofstarlings.blogspot.com/feeds/1002743258527404361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8406709392036863212&amp;postID=1002743258527404361' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8406709392036863212/posts/default/1002743258527404361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8406709392036863212/posts/default/1002743258527404361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acloudofstarlings.blogspot.com/2008/06/cara-beth-satalino.html' title='Cara Beth Satalino - Lullaby'/><author><name>G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08211832893156586779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8406709392036863212.post-9127531545516358523</id><published>2008-06-19T15:15:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-06-19T15:47:26.915+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Brendan Canning - Hit The Wall</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iZY2Yry2APM/SFptM08sDSI/AAAAAAAAAF8/qh_4zl9o5vk/s1600-h/299px-Brendan_Canning_%28cropped%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iZY2Yry2APM/SFptM08sDSI/AAAAAAAAAF8/qh_4zl9o5vk/s400/299px-Brendan_Canning_%28cropped%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213599585773817122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Broken Social Scene's bearded bassist Brendan Canning's debut solo album &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Something For All Of Us&lt;/span&gt; is released in July - you can pre-order a digital copy &lt;a href="http://www.galleryac.com/product_info.php?products_id=61147&amp;amp;cPath="&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. I completely missed this song being released as a single back in May but it's pretty damned awesome and I'm annoyed that I'm late; it's a driving, implacable, restless sound that builds in complexity before fizzing to a halt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/brendancanning"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brendan Canning&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;a href="http://www.hotlinkfiles.com/files/1473158_7j65e/34HitTheWall.mp3"&gt;Hit The Wall&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. If, like me, you use Last.fm, check out &lt;a href="http://lastgraph3.aeracode.org/"&gt;LastGraph&lt;/a&gt;, which sorts your listening history into a beautiful flow diagram. Here is &lt;a href="http://www.hotlinkfiles.com/files/1473399_bsn7g/graph_14723.pdf"&gt;mine&lt;/a&gt; (bear in mind that Ive only been using Last.fm for a couple of months).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8406709392036863212-9127531545516358523?l=acloudofstarlings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acloudofstarlings.blogspot.com/feeds/9127531545516358523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8406709392036863212&amp;postID=9127531545516358523' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8406709392036863212/posts/default/9127531545516358523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8406709392036863212/posts/default/9127531545516358523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acloudofstarlings.blogspot.com/2008/06/brendan-canning-hit-wall.html' title='Brendan Canning - Hit The Wall'/><author><name>G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08211832893156586779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iZY2Yry2APM/SFptM08sDSI/AAAAAAAAAF8/qh_4zl9o5vk/s72-c/299px-Brendan_Canning_%28cropped%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
