Ben Gwalchmai
- an oblique functionStir…
crazy.
That’s it.
This is why so much caffeine is consumed in offices.
Sit getting squarer on your slowly suet turning arse,
You fat fuck, you.
Sit – “…don’t stand, why would you stand?” – on your laurels,
You silent schmuck, you.
Let the fetid air swim in your nosehair
Til it tickles and you laugh at
your lack of expediency.
Good Intentions, sung to you
Now I’m well…ish, I’ll edit.
Long since I discovered some Golden Apples of The Sun, bobbing along, have I been a Newsom fan sold on the old-new-sweet-weird-sound. Tis a beautiful thing and twas a beautiful thing and it doth spring – not eternal, but certainly – vernal.
Now, her last Long Player, Ys, was a sight and a sound to behold however it charted a whole expanse of its own – vectors in the constellations of my liver were marked out as orchestrated for that album and I loved its engraving.
Thus I await the newest with trepidation because this new track sounds a lot like the path I thought Newsom would – but didn’t until now – take. That route being back in time a little and back toward a sounds reminiscent of the Old Weird America’s Judee Sill.
I will spare you too much of the why and give you the evidence:
now see evidence B:
It’s the country orchestration over the classical, it’s the simple drumming that could a chorus with coconuts. The Angels above may not be the best example but Sill’s entire first album is.
Go listen, learn and love.
