But as a man of sense you must understand that the way to reconquest cannot be easy. Those who wish no change may sit hugging their scruples forever.

Gene Wolfe, The Claw of the Conciliator

Map of “Marconi’s Radio” by Secret Machines.

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Bear in Heaven – “Beast in Peace”
Beast Rest Forth Mouth

It’s true what you’ve heard. This album is pretty great, and the opener is proof of that. They’ve got the vocals and instrumentation down pat, the drums (a non-standard kit) are big as hell, and they’ve got a self-interrupting song structure that really works. Man, the drums in this track really are just off the charts.

The theatre over, they would repair to some cloudy tavern, full of noise and smoke, and the glare of gaslight — redolent of the fragrant fumes of tobacco, gin, and porter, intermingled with the tempting odors of smoking kidneys, mutton-chops, beefsteaks, oysters, stewed cheese, toasted cheese, Welsh rabbits ; where those who are chained to the desk and the counter during the day, revel in the license of the hour, and eat, and drink, and smoke to the highest point either of excitement or stupefaction, and enter into all the slang of the day — of the turf, the ring, the cockpit, the theatres — and shake their sides at comic songs.

Samuel Warren, Ten Thousand A-Year

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Arthur & Yu – “1000 words”
In Camera

The shortest song on the album, and possibly the best. Beautiful and straightforward, and perfectly representative of the best these two can do. “Lion’s Mouth” is great as well but this one seems more — I’m not sure, actually. Somewhere between the naivete of innocence and the innocence of naivete. Whatever the case, it’s a wonderful little song.

…at the upper end on the raised dais was a couch of juniper wood set with gems and pearls, with a canopy like mosquito curtains of red satin-silk looped up with pearls as big as filberts and bigger.

Thereupon sat a lady bright of blee, with brow beaming brilliancy, the dream of philosophy, whose eyes were fraught with Babel’s gramarye and her eyebrows were arched as for archery. Her breath breathed ambergris and perfumery and her lips were sugar to taste and carnelian to see. Her stature was straight as the letter l and her face shamed the noon sun’s radiancy; and she was even as a galaxy, or a dome with golden marquetry, or a bride displayed in choicest finery, or a noble maid of Araby.

The third Lady of Baghdad in The Arabian Nights

Presently the door swung back and both leaves were opened, whereupon he looked to see who had opened it, and behold, it was a lady of tall figure, some five feet high, a model of beauty and loveliness, brilliance and symmetry and perfect grace. Her forehead was flower-white, her cheeks like the anemone ruddy-bright. Her eyes were those of the wild heifer or the gazelle, with eyebrows like the crescent moon which ends Sha’aban and begins Ramazan. Her mouth was the ring of Solomon, her lips coral-red, and her teeth like a line of strung pearls or of camomile petals. Her throat recalled the antelope’s, and her breasts, like two pomegranates of even size, stood at bay as it were. Her body rose and fell in waves below her dress like the rolls of a piece of brocade, and her navel would hold an ounce of benzoin ointment.

The second Lady of Baghdad in The Arabian Nights

She raised her face veil and, showing two black eyes fringed with jetty lashes, whose glances were soft and languishing and whose perfect beauty was ever blandishing, she accosted the porter and said in the suavest tones and choicest language, “Take up thy crate and follow me.”

The first Lady of Baghdad in The Arabian Nights

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Minotaur Shock – “(She’s In) Drydock Now”
Maritime

The playful, yet accomplished nature of this album is very evident in this song. The silly plucking and synths are balanced by really interesting drums and instrumentation, plus little throw-away details you don’t notice until a few listens in. You get the feeling that everything is exactly the way he wanted it to sound.

Mr. Quirk, dressed in black, with knee breeches and silk stockings, immediately bustled up to him, shook him cordially by the hand, and led him up to the assembled guests. “My daughter—Miss Quirk; Mrs. Alderman Addlehead; Mrs. Deputy Diddledaddle; Mrs. Alias, my sister;— Mr. Alderman Addlehead; Mr. Deputy Diddle-daddle; Mr. Bluster; Mr. Slang; Mr. Hug; Mr. Flaw; Mr. Viper; Mr. Ghastly; Mr. Gammon you know.”

Samuel Warren, Ten Thousand A-Year (Mr. Hug!)

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Howard Hello – “Television”
Howard Hello

This self-titled debut EP endures as one of my absolute favorite albums, and one of the most compelling arguments that much good music exists between established genres. It most closely resembles a sort of organic electronica, but its hypnotic tone and beautiful female vocals propel it beyond most of its genre-mates. I almost always listen to this entire album straight through.

From the desk of Tittlebat Titmouse (particular private)

Grilston, January 6th, 18—.

Honored Miss,

“Hoping No Offence Will Be Taken where None is meant, (which am Sure of,) This I send To say Who I Am which, Is the Right And True Owner of Yatton which You Enjoy Amongst You All At This present (Till The Law Give it to Me) Which It quickly Will, and No Mistake, And which It Ought to Have done When I were First born And Before Yr Respecte. Family ever Came into it, And All which Yr hond. Brother Have so unlawfully Got Possession Of must Come Back to Them Whose Due It is wh Is myself as will be Soon provd.

And wh am most truely Sorry Of on your own Acct. (Meaning (hond. Miss) you Alone) as Sure As Yatton is Intirely Mine So My Heart Is yours and No Longer my Own Ever since I Saw You first as Can Easily prove but wh doubtless You Have forgot Seeing You Never New, because (as Mr. Gammon, My Solliciter And a Very Great Lawyer, says) Cases Alter Circumstances, what Can I say More Than that I Love you Most Amazing Such As Never Thought Myself Capable of Doing Before and wh cannot help Ever Since I First saw your most Lovely and Divine and striking Face wh have Stuck In my Mind Ever Since Day and Night Sleeping and Waking I will Take my Oath Never Of Having Lov’d Any one Else, Though (must Say) have Had a Wonderful Many Offers From Females of The Highest Rank Since my Truely Wonderful Good fortune got Talked About every Where but have Refused Them All for Yr sake, And Would All the World But you.

When I Saw You on Horseback It was All my Sudden confusion In Seeing you (the Other Gent. was One of my Respe Solicitors) wh Threw Me off in that Ridiculous Way wh was a Great Mortification And made My brute Of A horse go on so, For I Remembered You and was Wonderful struck with Your Improv’d Appearance (As that Same Gent. can Testify) And you was (Hond. Miss) Quite Wrong To Night when You Spoke so Uncommon Angry To Me, seeing If I Had Only Known What Female It Was (meaning yourself which I respect So) out so Late Alone I should Have spoke quite Different So hope You Will think Nothing More Of that Truely Unpleasant Event.

Now (Hond. Madam)What I have to say Is if You will Please to Condescend To Yield To My Desire We Can Live Most uncommon Comfortable at Yatton Together wh Place shall Have Great Pleasure (if you please) in Marrying You From and I may (perhaps) Do Something handsome for yr. respectable Brother and Family, wh can Often Come to see us And Live in the Neighborhood, if You Refuse me, Will not say What shall Happen to Those which (am Told) Owe me a Precious Long Figure wh May (perhaps) Make a Handsome Abatement in, if You And I Hit it.

“Hoping You Will Forget What Have So Much Grievd. me,
And Write pt. return of Post,

“Am,

“hond. Miss

“Yr. most Loving & Devoted Servant

”(Till Death)

Tittlebat Titmouse.

“Particular Private.”

Samuel Warren, Ten Thousand A-Year

Vocabulary: shadow of the gonfalon edition

anacreontic: after the style of Anacreon, a Greek poet fond of women and drinking
tholus: a circular building with a conical or vaulted roof (Greek)
architrave: the lowermost molding at the top of a colonnade
gonfalon: a standard or banner hung from a crossbar
caique: a rowboat or small sailing ship
fiacre: a small, four-wheeled carriage
pardine: a leopard or panther
nigrescent: not quite black

For to fear death, my friends, is only to think ourselves wise, without being wise: for it is to think we know what we do not know. For anything that men can tell, death might be the greatest good that can happen to them: but they fear it as if they knew quite well that it was the greatest of all evils.

Socrates, The Apology

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Sybarite – “The Fourth Day”
Nonument

Sybarite is one of the electronic crossover bands that sometimes is a little too downtempo for me – like Arovane’s Tides, much of Nonument fades into the background. But “The Fourth Day” is a great song that has compelling melodies and quite a lot of layers. One part Four Tet sound collage, one part Savath + Savalas murmured melodies, and then a bit of Sybarite’s own excellent sense of rhythm.