That cold

Now that autumn is making its dour way onto the scene, it seems a good time to take a musical visit to the No Fun Dept. I admit that for all my instrumental admiration and general political sympathy, I have a hard time not making funny faces in the general direction of This Heat. Someone needs to bring a little levity to the air. Otherwise, it's like listening to a very earnest, utterly humorless grad student holding forth at the bar about the systemic injustice of our economic reality and the Marxist inevitabilities that are all that can save us. That dubious discussion aside, I do wholeheartedly enjoy the severe musical bombast of Charles Hayward's guises. Especially in the increasing chill of the air.

Camberwell Now — Daddy Needs A Throne