Do you think me mad enough to beard a lion or try to outwit a Thrasymachus?
Plato, The Republic (Socrates chiding Thrasymachus)
Hooray! The transfer from .tumblr.com to .cc is complete. Celebrate! (Jakob Böhme)
TK Webb & The Visions – “Closed Captioned Slang”
Ancestor
One of the standouts from a surprisingly strong album, this guitar fest shows what TK Webb is capable of with electric as well as “The Devil’s a Dork (The Sea Told Me)” shows off his acoustic skills. I love the sparkling and atmospheric coda.
And here we must observe that men must either be cajoled or crushed; for they will revenge themselves for slight wrongs, while for grave ones they cannot. The injury therefore that you do to a man should be such that you need not fear his revenge.
Machiavelli, The Prince (wise, but scary)
The “Lord God” Bird, or Ivory-Billed Woodpecker, so known because observers were known to cry that phrase out upon seeing this magnificent bird. (Plate by Audubon)
The For Carnation – “A Tribute To”
The For Carnation
One of the first offshoots of Slint, The For Carnation put out a few albums leading up to this one, but none, I think, effect the same fusion of menace and melody quite so well as this self-titled release from 2000. The softly-spoken vocals of Brian McMahon are indeed very Slint-like, but the pacing and subtle instrumentation are much less abrasive – though that doesn’t mean the band is incapable of bursts of noise like that at the four minute mark. An excellent album.
The splendors of human pomp and prosperity seemed rapidly vanishing in the distance. In the temporary depression of his spirits, he experienced feelings somewhat akin to those of the heart-sickened exile, whose fond eyes are riveted upon the mosques and minarets of his native city, glittering in the soft sunlight of evening, where are the cherished objects of all his tenderest thoughts and feelings; while his vessel is rapidly bearing him from it, amid the rising wind, the increasing and ominous swell of the waters, the thickening gloom of night— whither?
Samuel Warren, Ten Thousand A-Year
In the name of all that is manly and generous
Samuel Warren, Ten Thousand A-Year
Wilfred Satty
Fieldhead – “This Train Is A Rainbow”
They Shook Hands For Hours
Listen to it all the way through. The closest reference point I have is perhaps Arovane’s earlier and more abstract albums, Autechre’s most accessible ones, or perhaps most closely, Tim Hecker’s excellent and atmospheric Haunt Me, Haunt Me, Do It Again. Fieldhead seems hard to pin down, but it’s a thoroughly enjoyable album for anyone with the patience for, well, this sort of thing.