i was not expecting this breakdown at all. so cool!

'Karl Marx In The Bath' is available on: 
iTunes - goo.gl/iMh6W
Bandcamp - https://goo.gl/Uhk4qM

VIDEO: https://youtu.be/gZn24esaeyI

LYRICS: 
You, you used to read Karl Marx, alone in the bath, whenever 
You were low, whenever you were low. 
You made cakes out of love and love out of hugs 
Cos that is what you do, that is what you do. 

You made a paper boat and you sailed all across the floor to 
The harbour by the door 

You caught a bug in a jar and you named it Escobar 
But your mother let it go, your mother let it go.

You made a paper boat and you sailed all across the floor to 
The harbour by the door 

You made a paper boat and you sailed all across the floor to 
The harbour by the door 


Keep a Private Room Behind the Shop

Karl Marx in the Bath

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Taken from the album "Stars Are Our Home."
Out now on Slumberland Records (US) and Sonic Cathedral (UK)

Order the digital download from iTunes: http://smarturl.it/bhb-itunes
Order the LP/CD: http://smarturl.it/bhb-album

more info: www.blackheartedbrother.com
Black Hearted Brother Official Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/blackheartedbrother

It was Alfred Bester, if I recall correctly, who called 'the stars my destination', in his brilliant novel of the same name from 1956. Long considered a libertarian science fiction classic, it's also notable for featuring one of the very first accounts of synaesthesia in English-language fiction. This might be drawing a particularly long bow, but the title of Black Hearted Brother's debut, "Stars Are Our Home", immediately brought Bester's book to mind – and there's definitely something of the synaesthesic experience about this album, overflowing with enraptured, glowing textures, flaring white light like magnesium, in consort with brilliant red-blue waves of psychedelia.

Of course, the first thing that might crane your head towards "Stars Are Our Home" is the group's membership: Neil Halstead, the éminence grise behind Slowdive and Mojave 3; Mark Van Hoen, an original member of Seefeel, subsequently working solo and as Locust; and Nick Holton, the main mover behind Holton's Opulent Oog, and member of Coley Park, who have released albums on Halstead's Shady Lane label. They had previously converged on Halstead's 2001 solo album, "Sleeping On Roads," though Van Hoen also co-produced Mojave 3's "Out Of Tune" (1998), "Excuses For Travelers" (2000) and "Spoon & Rafter" (2003), while Holton took up production duties for Halstead's "Palindrome Hunches" (2012). Van Hoen and Halstead go back much further still, to 1992, when they were in Seefeel and Slowdive respectively: 'Mark taught Neil much that was electronic and ambient music.'

You could hear that education bearing fruit with Slowdive's late-period masterpiece, 1995's "Pygmalion." In some ways, "Stars Are Our Home" echoes that album's experimental process, if not the outcome, as Black Hearted Brother are a very different, distinctive beast, often indulging in what Halstead, self-deprecatingly, describes as 'a lot of very long and indulgent space rawk.' And indeed, that space-rock drive is writ loud and clear on the album's opening title track, an instrumental bliss-out that navigates through ocean-tides of FX-drenched guitar. But there's a lot more to it: 'The idea was to just make a record that was in some ways "unedited",' Halstead continues. 'To not worry about a particular sound or style, but to just go with the flow. We all make quite focused records individually so, as Mark says, it's our "guilty pleasures" album.' That seems about right, except with "Stars Are Our Home," the outcome is no guilt, all pleasure.

'Neil and Nick had, I think, started a few months before they asked me to join the party,' Van Hoen recalls. 'I think they had a few songs on the go, and needed an extra hand to add a few funny noises and generally add to the chaos – or maybe bring some order to the chaos.' Van Hoen has picked up on the dialectical nature of "Stars Are Our Home" here, its "order" and its "chaos": it's a rich, compelling album full of unexpected twists and turns, at times overloading the sensorium with so much material you're drenched in noise, but it'll just as quickly flip back on itself and drift through a glazed-eye, agrarian moment of acoustic melancholy (see the start of "Time In The Machine", which, as if to prove my point, takes less than a minute to build into a clangorous, droning monster).

So, there's a whole lot going on in these grooves, and plenty of it's unexpected, or from unexpected sources. The trio plays fast and loose with what listeners might consider their pre-ordained 'roles'. 'Primarily the songs themselves were started either by Nick or Neil individually,' Van Hoen explains, 'but then edited, developed and generally messed around with and rendered almost unlistenable by either myself or the others. The roles were not always clear cut. Sometimes Nick would be playing keyboards and synths, and myself guitars.' Lyrics on the record feel like another texture, another layer: sometimes they're invocatory chants, sometimes Halstead's and Holton's voices are ghosted by electronic manipulation, as on "Oh Crust". Often there's more going on than at first glance, and an index of the album's lyrical concerns runs to 'romance, sci-fi, places to go on holiday, real UFO abduction, the duality in the meaning of words, lament for the loss of psychedelic freedoms by the masses…'

"Stars Are Our Home" is brave and beautiful, mysterious and resonant. Its experimental edges never forget the importance of the pop moment; the best way to bring people around to your way of hearing is to seduce their ears, and there's seduction plenty here, pure pop like "Take Heart", the Other Green World of "I'm Back", the closing driftwork that is "Look Out Here They Come". A real head-wrecker of an album. And what does the future hold? The trio speaks as one: 'Black Hearted Brother will grow and mature into something very sophisticated in the coming years. A kind of comedic-space-rock-dancehall outfit to define a zeitgeist for the 22nd century, if you like.' Ha, yeah – amen, brothers!

Black Hearted Brother - This Is How It Feels (Single Edit)

Cloud Parade

Fir Coat by Widowspeak

Heather Woods Broderick - 'Glider' out July 10, 2015 on Western Vinyl
iTunes: https://geo.itunes.apple.com/us/album/glider/id985322600
Amazon: www.amazon.com/Glider-Heather-Wo…ck/dp/B00W4Y7EB8/
WV: westernvinyl.com/shop/wv135.php

Heather Woods Broderick excels at distilling her experiences into a soulful melancholy that's enduring both for it's intimate relatable moments and its persistent sense of mystery. Her uncanny ear for evocative production and gorgeous vocal harmonies serves her well on her new album Glider. Throughout the album, the rich dreamlike atmospheres she creates hint at a darkness looming on the horizon, while the singularity of her ethereal voice always seems to linger long after the music has stopped.

Heather Woods Broderick:
Artist Page westernvinyl.com/artists/heather-…ds-broderick.php
Website heatherwoodsbroderick.com/
Twitter twitter.com/_H_W_B_
Instagram instagram.com/woodsbroderick/

Up in the Pine

Soundtrack for the (yet fictional) Sci Fi film "Titan"

Titan - A Celebration is in Order

From "Bag of Animals" EP.

BEACH HOUSE
A couple of days at a beach house in the rain 
She said, “I think we should take some time, let ourselves unwind. 
We’ve been wound up good.” 

There’s a roadside sign on the way into town that reads, ‘Slow Down’. 
That’s what I intend to do – Girl, how ‘bout you? 
Let’s roll up and slow it down 

Just an hour or so in the car – there we go, here we are 
Nothing I’d rather do than spend a little beach house time with you 

We watch the clouds drifting on their way to anywhere 
We watch old films on video 
Read dusty National Geographic’s from the ‘70’s 
Stovetop coffee, time ticks slow 

Just an hour or so in the car – there we go, here we are 
Nothing I’d rather do than spend a little beach house time with you 

Cold caravan morning 
Here in this sleepy town 
I hear the early birds calling 
Girl, we’ve slowed it down 

Just an hour or so in the car – there we go, here we are 
Nothing I’d rather do than spend a little beach house time with you.

Music & lyrics / performance by Danny Crocome & Sam Ogilvie.
Recorded & mixed at MAINZ, Auckland, New Zealand.
Mastered by Nick Taylor @ Sosol Sound, Okura, New Zealand.

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Beach House

"Tell Me" is the first single from "Who Needs Who", the new album by Dark Dark Dark - released October 2nd in the US on Supply & Demand Music, October 1st in the UK/EU on Melodic.

PRE-ORDER available at http://brightbrightbright.com

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Dark Dark Dark - Tell Me

Motel Blues - Bombay Bicycle Club

Written, performed and produced by Sage Avalon
Listen on Spotify https://open.spotify.com/artist/4C9OF21ZZt9vwL7ohcVVJz?si=DQHX0vTETWCXNln6NM_1XQ
and Apple Music!
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Sage Avalon - Hyperspeed

INF-007 - Speedy Ortiz - "Ka-Prow!" b/w "Hexxy" single.

http://inflatedrecords.bigcartel.com/product/inf-007-speedy-ortiz-ka-prow-b-w-hexxy-7

Arsenal of tans
A mistress with matches held out from either hand
Arsenal of tans
Tick tick tick tick tick another automatic stick
Blow off, you blew away
You wanna see me every day
You wanna swallow my flames 'til another sucker lights me up
Scorched skyline for days
The neo-sororital sequence burned and frayed
Arsenal of tans
Tick tick tick tick tick a fuckin' automatic
Blow off, you blew away
You wanna see me every day
You wanna swallow my flames 'til you burst from the gut
C'mon light me up
Blow off and into space
Burn your tongue and get a taste
Heat the skin that strokes the flames
All consumed, dynamite
I'll see ya every night.


Speedy Ortiz - Ka-Prow!

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Sage Avalon - Hyperspeed

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