Autumn has fallen into my lap. Frisky beyond recall, and wanting to mangle any willing female with my sexual prowess. This is weather for Joy Division records and a big cup of coffee. I was thinking about artists/records I associate with seasons and came up with this (brief) list.
Winter: Sigur Ros, �g�tis byrjun; Royksopp, Melody AM (especially "Sparks", which is just so perfect for late night headphones while you watch the snow drop); Miles Davis, Kind Of Blue. Underworld, Second Toughest In The Infants especially the last three or four tracks.
Spring: Pet Shop Boys, Very; New Order Technique (excluding "Mr. Disco," which is so very autumn that it hurts); John Coltrane, My Favorite Things.
Summer: Underworld, Beaucoup Fish ("Jumbo" is all warm sidewalks and happy children); Pet Shop Boys, Bilingual; Pop Will Eat Itself, The Looks Or The Lifestyle; and Public Enemy's It Takes A Nation Of Millions To Hold Us Back because you want to riot when Chuck D lays into it and summer really is riot season, innit and most emphatically Coltrane's A Love Supreme. Power, raw and pure.
Fall: Underworld, A Hundred Days Off (like I'd forget this record) and Dubnobasswithmyheadman. (Sex drips from the latter, even the climactic shriek of "Cowgirl" screams to your naughty bits); Portishead, Dummy; Massive Attack, any record, but the No Protection collaboration with Mad Professor is the bestest for this weather.
I do like my records, don't I?
Winter: Sigur Ros, �g�tis byrjun; Royksopp, Melody AM (especially "Sparks", which is just so perfect for late night headphones while you watch the snow drop); Miles Davis, Kind Of Blue. Underworld, Second Toughest In The Infants especially the last three or four tracks.
Spring: Pet Shop Boys, Very; New Order Technique (excluding "Mr. Disco," which is so very autumn that it hurts); John Coltrane, My Favorite Things.
Summer: Underworld, Beaucoup Fish ("Jumbo" is all warm sidewalks and happy children); Pet Shop Boys, Bilingual; Pop Will Eat Itself, The Looks Or The Lifestyle; and Public Enemy's It Takes A Nation Of Millions To Hold Us Back because you want to riot when Chuck D lays into it and summer really is riot season, innit and most emphatically Coltrane's A Love Supreme. Power, raw and pure.
Fall: Underworld, A Hundred Days Off (like I'd forget this record) and Dubnobasswithmyheadman. (Sex drips from the latter, even the climactic shriek of "Cowgirl" screams to your naughty bits); Portishead, Dummy; Massive Attack, any record, but the No Protection collaboration with Mad Professor is the bestest for this weather.
I do like my records, don't I?
