Saturday, 23 January 2016
Here's a choice for the top five albums that I want to listen to right here, right now, Saturday night. The peculiar thing I realise on thinking this through is how wildly unrelated is my right-now musical taste: Strypes, Little Victories; John Adams (the one who lives in Alaska), Become Ocean; Royal Blood, Royal Blood; Howard Skempton, Lento; Oh, and I won't bore you with the fifth. Safe it to say it's some 17th-century Baroque stuff. How pretentious is that. There you go; I've bared my soul. There's nothing else. Just emptiness.