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Do Make Say Think – “In Mind”
You, You’re A History In Rust

The last track from a solid album that demonstrates the musical breadth of which Do Make Say Think are capable. Most of the post-rock motifs have been stripped out, or at least aren’t front and center. There’s more songwriting and less atmospherics — not a change many fans expected, I think (when I saw them live, they admitted they would sing on their next album as if it was a crime), but after three or four excellent albums along their original line of musical thinking, a little variety can’t hurt (and at any rate, their next album was a return to form). This final track is a good distillation of the album, which is well worth a listen and may in fact be the best starting point for new listeners. (insound)

When Sir Philip Sidney was making the grand tour, three centuries ago, he came to Vienna, where he studied horsemanship with Pagliano, who, says Sir Philip, in praise of the horse, became such a poet “that, if I had not been a piece of a logician before I came to him, he would have persuaded me to wish myself a horse.”

Harper’s (1871)

O love, they die in yon rich sky,
They faint on hill or field or river.
Our echoes roll from soul to soul,
And grow forever and forever.

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Bibio – “Mr. & Mrs. Compost”
Vignetting The Compost

Despite the fragrant name, this track and to a great degree this album are surprisingly tender and beautiful. Bibio has since diversified, but within his purview at the time, this was expansive, playful, melancholy, and absolutely unique in sound.


John Dee’s Monas Hieroglyphica (in ascending glory)

My God, armies slaughtered one another across the plains of Europe, popes hurled anathemas, emperors met, hemophiliac and incestuous, in the hunting lodge of the Palatine gardens, all to supply a cover, a sumptuous facade for the work of these wireless operators who in the House of Solomon were listening for pale echoes from the Umbilicus Mundi.

Umberto Eco, Foucault’s Pendulum