As I was working out feverishly at the gym the other day, to an aggressive drum ‘n’ bass tune by the outfit Concord Dawn, my heartbeat racing, wrapped intrinsically in with the million BPM’s of the track’s drumbeat, a question occurred to me that I have never in my life really thought long and hard about.
by Jules Bleach
You know that moment when the checkout girl asks “How are you?” with that practised, hollow, melodic inflection & tone, looking up at you from their station with a labored soulless smile? I see through the aesthetic delusion, to the evident sadness that lies within their corneas, the timing of the rise & fall of the smile. But as the smile rises, there comes a moment of mathematic possibility in the way the corners of their mouths meet their cheekbones, and for a split second an entire world of individual personality is brought to life. I try to keep this window of a smile open, by encouraging it with my own genuine smile.
[Reagan Suicide in Bitchin Camaro]
I recently stumbled across this band from North Wales called We Are Animal. What I love about their sound is their use of unconventional noises and lo-fi overall sound. It sounds a bit like Arctic Monkeys did something dirty in a back alley with Queens of the Stone Age and had an android baby.
