It’s been another busy week , barely time to look crooked to be honest. I was just checking there, so far this year we’ve posted 126 new tunes and it’s hardly even spring! Wowzers – anyways here are another 14 beauties from – The Wrecking Queens, Delay Trees, The Perfect Kiss, Σtella, The Land Below, Simon Haydo, Borchi, Tomorrows, Avec le Soleil Sortant de sa Bouche, Earthset, Ghost Transmission, Victory Collapse, Cálido home and Ulan Bator!
It’s been a little while since we had a Thursday live and really, I’ve missed this feature so I’m delighted that it’s returned this week. And what a way to come back. Hand on heart I can say I enjoy few things more that a good Ride concert. Here they are back in 1992.
“The first time I was on stage singing songs I wrote, it was a revelation because it was the first time I felt like this is where I belong”. Have a listen and you’ll completely agree- we interviewed Leïla from Highest Sea.
Oh yeah, it was our unofficial Pamela Hute festival too – she bagged SWIT’s Long Player Of The Week with new album Highline – we said “There is a warmth here and a rounder, more organic sound than before – thanks in part to an expanded band, as well as the co-production by Jay Pellicci. What hasn’t changed is Hute’s ability to spin a sublime melody – sweet tunes abound – from the opener All I Say via Banshees, I Know, Run Through The Storm -the list goes on. While there is a relaxed, bright pop aspect to the album and a Beatlesque quality to the songs, there is an undertow of regret and world-weariness that only enhances the lustre of a beautiful record. It’s hard to pick a favourite track, today it’s the melancholy Stick Around, yesterday (all my troubles seemed…) it was the pumping Summer Of 75. What I do know is the record reveals more with each play and you’re going to want to play it a lot.”
Plus, we looked back to last year to the first time we met Pamela in our CLASSIC SWIT INTERVIEW . Trust me folks, download this, print it out and bury it in your back garden – it will be worth big bucks in the future.
I never did get around to telling you what happened that night in the gallery. I’ve been spending a lot of time just traipsing up and down , up and down by the river just thinking about it, was it real or make-believe? Had the drink finally pushed me over the edge, how would you react, dear reader? Last night the milky moon hung high in the sky over dirty auld Dublin town, the Liffey swans slept with one eye open, the shags peered down hopelessy from the abandoned garment factories that hugged the water’s edge, across from the ugly hellhole offices of the ostentatious and permanently bankrupt – both financially and morally – Eircom (nee Eir). The poor – both (you get my drift) – shuffle along the quays on their way to, or back from, their fates. The parks and empty lots teem with ghosts…drifing in and out of the fog, more part of it than you or me…so ghosts it could have been…ghosts..but now is not the time, this is not the place. Enjoy Sunday, enjoy and the rest. We’ll be back after this word from our sponsors.