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Werner: truly, the Sherlock Holmes of film directors.

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bryan ferry and brian eno

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Mz Neon - So Far

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Wayne County & The Electric Chairs -. Mr Normal

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Venus De Mars - Take My Shoulder

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Wayne County & The Electric Chairs - Man Enough To Be A Woman

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Shilpa Ray - Heteronormative Horseshit Blues

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A New Beat (Manifesto)

     (Refused - “New Noise,” The Shape of Punk to Come;       Burning Heart Records, 1998 // WIPZ, 1999)

I am 17 with a madness / a passion for Smith, Rollins, Rimbaud, Verlaine Crash, filth, the bash of kick drum of / I refuse any rules laid down on me I am 17 & rules breed / fascists it’s the song I hate, in my youth I’m against it—whatever you’ve got fuck fascists / their dread-dull poetry of clock-time & wet black boughs I am 17 & I want anarchy / of the soul suicide by cops, cars, cornfields by unfiltered cigarettes & coffee mixed with rum / make me numb with hunger hunger hunger is all I have I am 17 & life is pain / I don’t understand your definitions of / I understand all destructive urges / I see no there’s an evil that lives in my belly that’s my crazy, baby I’m 17 & I need / pills to quell my burning heart / beat, else I’m cutting the horror out of me, 12 bursted bad dreams jacking off in my bedroom / wrong-songed, wrong-moved dressed in black, a bad painting, frameless I’m just a bad penny, I always come back to I am 17 & I want new art for real, people sick to death of slogans scrawled on shoes or India ink & safety-pin-poked tattoos maybe I can’t show the music of the earth by shouting, but can I? scream! I am 17 & I need an ominous percussion match my chest’s ferocious roar, off-kilter skronk, fucking horror / I could show you only the light breaking gold over winter corn fields seen from a bus window / the India Ink river, the terrible hiss of the cannibal geese, but I am 17, a chimerical abomination, & I need a liberated frequency, something shake me from my punkroutine, from the creeping disease of complacency / fuck your fascist poet-rules, I need a motion / emotion / A NEW BEAT. A NEW BEAT. A NEW BEAT.

—Jessie Lynn McMains, from Left of the Dial (Scumbag Press, 2022)

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Oh, Dee Dee Ramone where have you gone? In misery all day long, to shoot some dope right into your arm Oh, the sun does rise, the birds do sing They fly around and shit on me There's nowhere to go, no loot, no booze, no fun

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Corduroy - Comin' Down So Hard

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Mount Eerie — Night Palace (P.W. Elverum & Sun)

It’s been a big year for big albums. The mother of them all has to be Cindy Lee’s 32-track, 123-minute opus, Diamond Jubilee. But there’s also been Broadcast’s 36-song, 66-minute demos collection, Spell Blanket. Now we have Mount Eerie’s 26-track, 81-minute Night Palace, which unites the many facets of Phil Elverum’s musical preoccupations into a raw, artful, sprawling double album. Unwieldy as it is, there are so many wonderful moments across the track list that it pays dividends to invest the time.

As ever, Elverum situates himself within the living, breathing natural world of his home state of Washington, in the chilly Pacific Northwest. (Indeed, five of the song titles start with the first-person: “I Walk,” “I Heard Whales (I Think),” “I Saw Another Bird,” “I Spoke With A Fish,” and “I Need New Eyes.”) Blast beats evoke thunderous storms; cacophonous cymbals evoke the crashing of waves against the shore; white noise and amp hiss evoke the wind whistling through the trees. There are countless references to animals, landscapes, and weather events, and the sounds themselves have been lovingly laid to tape in Elverum’s home studio.

Night Palace most closely resembles Clear Moon and Ocean Roar, the wonderful pair of Mount Eerie albums he released back in 2012. Here, though, the calm and the chaotic are intermingled. At one end of the scale is the 53-second screaming death-metal interlude, “Swallowed Alive,” which features a guest appearance from Elverum’s daughter. At the other end of the scale is the ponderous 12-minute spoken-word piece, “Demolition.” There are a couple of songs in the middle of the track list, “Non-Metaphorical Decolonization” and “Co-Owner of Trees,” that almost sound like Stereolab, with their motorik drums and droning organs. Most of all, though, Elverum sounds inimitably himself, even calling back to past Microphones releases (“the Gleam pt. 3”).

While recent releases A Crow Looked at Me and Now Only were painfully direct in their confrontation of grief, Night Palace feels more abstract, as if Elverum is now operating from a place beyond the immediacy of personal trauma. There’s a sense of unmoored drifting in these songs, as if the music is constantly unfolding, never quite settling into place. For this reason, it’s a challenge to apprehend, but a challenge worth accepting.  

Tim Clarke

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Eve Babitz in a letter to Joan Didion, from Didion and Babitz by Lili Anolik

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this song is old as shit

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"A word at the start: Laughter sounds a lot like screaming."

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Sto a bermi la mia Stout e al tavolo accanto c'è uno che tuona per farsi sentire, dicendo che lui studia lettere e storia perché odia filosofia. Ma vai a succhiare il cazzo a Spinoza (il filosofo, non il patetico sito di satira - esiste ancora?), coglione.

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Perhaps my favourite Ramones album after Ramones and Leave Home and before Pleasant Dreams and Halfway To Sanity.

Ramones: Too Tough To Die (1984)

From The Record Store Day 2022 exclusive. Ramones: The Sire Albums 1981-1989 Boxset

Sire Records

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The Squad, 1940. From the Budapest Municipal Photography Company archive.