Greetings folks,
Hope you're doing okay and keeping safe. Another clear and cold week here in Amsterdam, which is very welcome, even though hype cat, being solar-powered, is starting to believe spring is just around the corner and is therefore now enthustically digging around any available hole for recently de-hibernated mice. We shall see if he is successful - An early spring would be very welcome indeed, all things considered.
"I’ve got into the bad habit of doom watching dystopian films late at night. While I did discover that the post-apocalyptic absurdity of The Bed Sitting Room (featuring Spike Milligan, Peter Cook, Dudley Moore, and other post war British comedy types) is available to stream. I also stupidly watched Children Of Men again. I mean it’s amazingly shot, and expertly realised, but its portrayal of a crumbling Britain with caged and beaten refugees is just so depressingly believable as a warning from the near future. Listening to the soundtrack took me to this album….
No, scratch that. F*ck wallowing in dark dystopian music right now. It’s not healthy. The world is grim enough already.
So I’ve gone for this. I discovered this album in ‘91 or so. It’s the artistic collaboration between the man behind a cult underground New York label, and a Brooklyn born performance poet/author/singer/lawyer. The latter was in an avant-garde band whose biggest hit was a song about a removable bodily organ. It’s by turn, absurd, funny, weird, and f*cked up. But it also hides some serious points underneath the monologues and musical soundscapes.
It will be a marmite pick, so be warned.
Oh, and If you have children in earshot, save yourself having to dodge a lot of questions you really don’t want to have to answer by listening on headphones.
Drink? Yes, some form of intoxication would probably help. "
Right then, download's here, stream's below:
See you 20:00 GMT tonight.
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