“Was not their mistake once more bred of the life of slavery that they had been living?—a life which was always looking upon everything, except mankind, animate and inanimate—‘nature,’ as people used to call it—as one thing, and mankind as another, it was natural to people thinking in this way, that they should try to make ‘nature’ their slave, since they thought ‘nature’ was something outside them” — William Morris

Sunday, May 16, 2010

Oozing Grief Part 2

Well, I'm not sure if this is a good soundtrack to oil either. More like a reminder that there is always more than one way out. I was talking with a good old friend about our love of the terrifying gentleness and hair raising sparklecore that is the hyperobject known as the Cocteau Twins and realized that I hadn't yet shared any on this blog. No time like the eternal present. 1986, what a fine year for music.

What can I say about this without quickly venturing towards an unspeakable realm? If you are wondering what dark ecology sounds like, hit play...

PS: Can I have Guthrie's sparkly guitar please? Maybe in blue or magenta?
PPS: If I die in your company you now know what to play at the funeral.

No comments: