Sometimes, just sometimes, one is in a troubled mood. A mental state of deep turmoil or pent-up tension. Then, as any weather-beaten soul will tell you, it's a fine line between grabbing your semi-automatic or reaching for some soothing music.
As ever, I recommend the latter. In fact, I say put down that Heckler & Koch and ... check out some Sturm und Drang.
1: Classhole, Full of hate 2: PISS, Tight jeans 3: The Love Below, Let them eat shit 4: Eyehategod, New Orleans is the New Vietnam 5: Death Pedals, Sharks vs Jets 6: Death Grips, You might think he loves you for your money ... 7: Attributable to human error 8: Lot Lizard, Puddle 9: Corrupt Moral Altar, Politics is a bargain between beggars 10: Death Of London, This is Japan 11: Withdrawal, Guardian angel 12: Surf Nazis On Ecstasy, Masturbation vacation 13: Cut you up 14: My Therapist Says Hot Damn, Fuck yeah vodka! 15: Defeat, Sore of life 16: Titz, あほぼんめ 17: Left For Dead, Kept in line 18: Good Throb, Mummy I'm ugly 19: The voice of America 20: Pharaoh, Spared 21: YAITW, Psychopathy 22: Pissed Jeans, Bathroom laughter 23: Mass Grave, Compensation 24: Henry Fonda, Mainstream media killed all my friends 25: Empire Of Rats, Untitled 26: Will have offended many people 27: Street Cheetah, Heroin sunrise 28: Hoax, Sick punk 29: Voidhammer, First in line 30: Divorce, Dissatisfaktionpaqued 31: Homewrecker, Chained hanging victim 32: Kill me 33: No One Survives, Fuckin' pigs 34: Dead Elephant, Stag party 35: Weekend Nachos, Watch you suffer 36: Heck Tate, Porcelain dogs 37: The Ridiculous Trio, Not right
If you're a regular reader of these precious pages, you'll know that I champion the uncheered, boost the barely-mentioned and sensitively encourage the easily-overlooked. Oh yes I do. And part and parcel of this selfless service, this work on behalf of the community and for the public good, is that I celebrate amateurism. The half-baked is my favourite dish.
Yeah, yum yum. But if you reckon all my earlier podcasts have been ... er, unlistenable rubbish, fear not. Because, this one is much more competent.
1: Love King Michael Farsky USA, Dancing with the girl I love 2: Eltron John, L’Homme à la caméra 3: Why do politicians …? 4: CKZ, Digital scratch 5: John Henry Barbee, I heard my baby 6: Aabzu, Perfect zombie 7: Lord Snow, ? (Stuck On A Name Studios, Nottingham 27/9/14) 8: Schemawound, The dogs of corporate America 9: Hilliard Ensemble, Domine ne in furore tuo (De Lassus) 10: Earl Sixteen, Cheating 11: Much more competent 12: Emily C Smith, Fight against you 13: Kraus, Cardigan in cashmere 14: The Non-Nonconformists, Oh no (Windmill, London 2/9/14) 15: Elijah, Mount-Ziondom 16: 808s And Greatest Hits, Vieille flame feat. a fantastic reprise 17: Stine Janvin Motland, Late breakfast 18: Neoroleptic, Antigona/Ismene variations 5 19: Get infected and die 20: Uncle Woody Sullender & Seamus Carter, Vanguard blues 21: Dr Peabody, Derek Jarman in his garden (Windmill, London 2/9/14) 22: King Imagine, Mivina 23: Larry Marshall/Sound Dimension, Throw me corn (version) 24: Homeshake, Noitatidem cimanyd (extract)
I was cruising through the industrial badlands of my old West Midlands hometown last night, the car stereo cranking out some as-loud-as-I-could-stand-it reggae, when ... I had the following thought.
Why is it that some people - people who like music or at least profess to - appear unable and unwilling to listen to music at loud volumes? It's something I've noticed with passengers in my car. It's always "Turn that down, will ya?", five seconds into the bloody journey. Er, right. Is it something about being in the confined space of a car with loud music? Is it MY music? Is it that they're desperate to have an in-depth conversation without the slightest distraction? What?
I dunno. I think I'd genuinely like to be a passenger in a car belting out some decent-ish music at loudish volume levels. Isn't this what car ownership is all about? Haven't these people ever listened to Jonathan Richman? And ... thinking about it, I've noticed that one or two fairly regular occupants of my passenger seat DO groove (a little) to the in-car sounds and don't immediately start in with this frowsy "can we turn it down?" stuff.
Hmm. I reckon it boils down to this: people who genuinely like music are happy (happier?) with it loud; people who don't really like music all that much (and maybe just masquerade as music types) don't. Kinda simple.
According to Luigi Russolo, the Italian Futurist, so-called noise pollution is the "intolerable corruption of human space", and judging by the violent reaction to his intonarumori experiment, I guess he knew what he was talking about. The art of noise, eh? Despite my own occasional contact with intolerably loud live performances (one or two Neils Children gigs spring to mind), I continue to welcome ... er, acoustically-challenging music.
Senti! Russolo preparing his in-car stereo, c1917
In the old saying, noise annoys, but actually people griping about the car stereo being too loud for them is my own pet annoyance. Think yourself lucky you're not in one of those window-shaking sound-systems-on-wheels I regularly hear (and feel) passing through my neighbourhood in east London. So next time you want a lift in my car, do the following. Put your seat-belt on, keep your mouth firmly closed, and ... feel the noise.