Month: April 2020

  • a summer job bagging cadavers

    It’s hard not to feel an opportunity was missed by not making Frankie Boyle the new leader of the Labour party instead of the equivocal sub-Blair suit who just got the gig. … you have to wonder if the virus is so very different from extractive capitalism. It commandeers the manufacturing elements of its hosts,…

  • in repose

  • new obsession

    Actually an old obsession, revived. Pure Reason Revolution are back: That’s my Friday evening’s writing tunes sorted, then. Gloriously sui generis—and while I adore categorisation, I nonetheless love things that I can’t easily categorise. I remember being sent PRR’s Hammer & Anvil back in my music reviewing days and being blown away by it, and…

  • navel / abyss

    [Content warning: contains vaguely Ballardian solipsism, and privileged angst.] Atemporality has taken on a much more intimate and personal feel under the circumstances. In addition to the already well-established (but still accelerating) contextual time-soup, I’m finding that my own sense of time at the level of days and hours is starting to slip and slide.…