bobbycarrot

Imagine listening to an acid jazz fusion album and not knowing if you’re coming or your going and then as the album finishes, your smoke alarm decides to pop it’s mortal coil and pass over from blissful existence to absolute terror, making sure to beep so loudly that your neighbours will hear the sheer chaos in your living room - not from what was expected from the acid jazz, but from the sudden decline in all things savoury as you’ve got one person rummaging around for a ... read more

It’s like eating a cookie that you know is out of date but it still tastes good in parts. There’s the nostalgic highs of your sweet childhood delicacy; but in that same mouthful is the concept that this might have triggered your own demise. Now my belly hurts but my heart is full.

There are times when it feels like music is teaching your brain how to flow and be peaceful. This album is an invitation for slowness; to sit with your own presence and the ever patient version of you waiting for spring.

The curious Beautiful Freak was the soundtrack for my bus journey to high school. Even now, I can remember exactly how the bleak northern weather somehow matched the chilling, atypical personality of this record. Listening over 10 years later, I still feel the same comfort in each wintery reunion.

On this day, the record was played via vinyl, flipping after side a’s ‘My Beloved Monster’ and submerging you into side b’s ‘Flower’. One thing I value about ... read more