Velcro City Tourist Board

Category: Music

  • (self)creation stories

    It’s probably just a function of my age, and the associated movement of my generational cohort into what it is no longer possible to depict to ourselves as anything other than the latter half of our likely time on the planet, but damn, I seem to be doing a lot of thinking about the Nineties…

  • what will i do if i’m wrong

    OK, now sing it in demotic Scots… I’m finding it hard to explain / why I think that I’m right again… Damn, that album, though.

  • gastric culture / mundane noise horror

    There are lots of reminiscent reflections (and some predictable bafflement) in this MeFi FPP-thread responding to the recent un-deletion of the KLF’s back-catalogue, almost thirty years after the event… but this one was an interesting enough image that I wanted to clip it for posterity (if only my own): I sometimes wonder whether pop isn’t…

  • Prayers for the damned: Nick Cave Alone at Alexandra Palace

    There’s something strange, to me, about modern cinemas—the architectural interiority of them, I mean. Perhaps it’s because I’ve been to them so infrequently over the course of my life, leaving my experience of them to be a series of lurching momentary mutations rather than a steady evolution of form; I don’t know. But it feels…

  • dextro

    A recent discovery, stumbled upon via Sp*tify’s recommendation algo, which I’ve clearly trained pretty successfully by this point. This radge Dextro makes the sort of skittery-beats-and-droning-tones music I hear in my head when I’m just walking around… which means the poor chap probably needs help of some kind.