A spontaneous autobiographical disclosure. A free-form slo-mo listening party. A song a day. Yours to enjoy.
Wednesday, November 16, 2011
Grinning like facepacks
For all his command of atmosphere, Eno really doesn't get enough credit for exploring dark mental spaces as well. I've always dug the derangement of this trudging track, but seeing a truly maniacal version at a Here Come The Warm Jets tribute show this past summer sealed it as a Songblague necessity.
We are not in it for the money. Songblague runs on communitarian values, love of music, and a dash of vanity. If you like what you're hearing, please purchase it from one of the remaining retailers who would like to sell it to you.
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