this is the sea feels like it shouldn’t exist in a world this small. the moment it begins, everything i thought i knew about listening collapses. the air changes. the light changes. the room around me is suddenly too small, the walls too thin. i am somewhere else - somewhere bigger, older, sharper, stranger, and i can feel it in my chest before i even know what’s happening.
i’m on a windswept scottish hillside. my shoes are gone. the wind has ripped the warmth from my skin, ... read more
hatchie’s liquorice is perfectly sweet.
shiny, soft, sticky. like grabbing a piece of the actual candy from the container as it rolls just enough to make you chase it. then it sticks right there in your teeth - impossible to ignore. the melodies coil like candy ropes, thick and chewy, tangling with airy vocals and twisting guitars.
jay som’s production is flawless. cozy, glimmering, shimmering, holding everything together. synths sparkle. guitars wind around themselves. ... read more
thirty years ago, The Stone Roses dropped out of their glastonbury headlining slot. a saturday night gap - sandwiched between heavyweights Oasis and The Cure, suddenly opened. and in a bold, almost reckless move, glastonbury handed the headline slot to Pulp: still outsiders in the britpop scene, originally scheduled for a much smaller stage.
what then followed was one of the most legendary sets in glastonbury’s history. jarvis cocker: jittery, half-sure he didn’t belong up there - ... read more
cassette in. walkman on. headphones snug.
you hit play on (What's the Story) Morning Glory?... and the faint strum of “wonderwall” creeps in. it’s so quiet. you turn it up.
then - BAM. noel’s wah pedal hits like a brick wall. “hello” explodes through the headphones. i flinch, then grin. you can’t help but laugh. bait and switch. classic gallaghers. they’re back from their debut. rowdy, cocky, smiling - and for the next 50 minutes? they are ... read more
THE ROSES.
the only band that ever made me believe in reincarnation.... because i must have been at spike island in a past life. standing in a swamp. ankle-deep in mud and communion. the sound was blown sideways by the wind - but no one cared. not a single soul. we were all there to be there. to belong to the moment. to stand shoulder to shoulder in the mess of it all and call it magic.
but here, in this life? i am just a young californian girl in her bedroom, clutching a vinyl that split my ... read more
yes - i am one of them. the ones who stop dead in their tracks the second those strings come in. bitter sweet symphony is the first song i queue when it’s my turn at karaoke. i don’t ease into it: i go full richard ashcroft, glastonbury 2008, doing the dramatic “you and me” pointing like i’m headlining the pyramid stage and the entire world is watching.
i’ve carried this song with me for so long it feels stitched into the lining of my life. i probably listen ... read more