“Bolt From The Blue”
Weird week y’all. Lotta things going on. Some rather sizable revelations in context of matters far more closer to home than we’d like, with two rather split outcomes as far as it has affected our person. Given the inherent sensitivities and confidences involves, alongside our need to fill out the pages of this site with as much wording as occurs simultaneously in our inner monologue (what you’re reading here is the highly editorial version of the very same monologue), its in our interest to keep our otherwise fucking-massive mouth shut about various particulars. However we will say this week did involve a series of reconciliations with a plethora of people, one in particular, that we very much considered lost to us personally over the course of the last decade or so. In terms of those outcomes, in one direction we are very much glad that we have these people, one in particular, back in our life. We shared stories with them that we’re sure they found remarkable themselves, if we do say so ourselves, given that the last time we conversed we were indeed a very different person at a very distant point in life to where we currently find ourselves sitting. On the other direction, during the aforementioned exchange of recent histories, we find ourselve stuck in a latent sadness owing to learning about what that particularly person got up to in those six years – and, as is typical with us in terms of making pretty much everything ever about us especially when it really doesn’t concern us at all, we’d be lying if we said we weren’t left thinking that our life may have turned out a similar way were we not fortunate enough to have our built on the solid foundation of the good graces of the best people around us. We guess what we’re trying to say is that we are very lucky indeed. Speaking of catching up with those from our past, let’s talk about current Track Of The Day men Artificial Pleasure. “Hold up”, we can’t hear you bleating at us. “What do you mean ‘past’? We’ve just clicked on that-there link and this shit is new. Also, how d’you know they’re men?”. All good imaginary questions. But we ain’t a grass, so ask them that yourselves if you care enough. Some bloggers do, y’know. They get really, really fucked off if a band plays the so-called mystery card. Luckily, no one over at Killing Moon, especially at 5pm on a Friday afternoon, gives a fuck about that kind of thing. The tune here is real good. Commencing with a sludgey industrial-electro vibe that reminds us of the dirty dancing we got up to at Primavera – ascertainably the last time we were truly happy, but we realise now that could have just been the drugs married up with our social-media driven ignorance about how the world really works – it then slides effortlessly into a Bowie-meets-Peter Gabriel funk-funkiness that has us absolutely suckered in. Makes ya feel all sexy on the inside. Like the emo antidote that we so dearly need right now. Props to Will Donvanband for the recommend. Try to have a not-shit weekend.