As I prepare to travel through five cities, fireworking my way to financial (if not physical) security, I reflect on the last week's listening:
Nico & the Faction: Camera Obscura - as its title implies, this is a dark chamber where the unexpected looms up then, before it touches you (or you can touch it), recedes into the gloom. John Cale produces the most doom-struck version of 'My Funny Valentine' I've ever heard, where Ian Carr's trumpet sounds like a phantom accusation from a hanged man's lips....
Roy Harper: Flashes from the Archives of Oblivion - when he resists the temptation to play the fool, this aging boy is the most heart-breaking of artists; his guitar stands comparison with that of Nick Drake or John Martyn, while his voice is more expressive than either of these iconic folk jokers....
Magazine: The Correct Use of Soap - because Howard Devoto screeching, whimpering, and cajoling over John McGeoch's anxious guitar is unforgettable. I listened to this album on my twenty-first birthday; now condemned to the mid-forties I'm still admiring it.
Billy Harper: Somalia - this man is my favourite saxophonist. He follows Coltrane but never imitates, bringing the spiritual intensity of his predecessor to 'Thy Will Be Done'. Francesca Tanksley (piano) and Eddie Henderson (trumpet) support Billy's drive to go to that core everyone feels pulsing like an earthquake under the daily cynicism we live with and by.
- That's it until the 7th of November, when I return home having blown away even more of my hearing. Until then be virtuous; if you can't be virtuous then at least be good at being bad....
Max Gate

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