I'm really digging the Health album. It's scuzzy and discordant, characterised by rumbling percussion and frazzled guitar loops. Imagine Big Black but far less angry; urgent, focused, curious even, but not angry. Health sound as though they're scraping the bottoms of oil drums, getting the final dregs of todays fuel because tomorrows will be so very different, if tomorrow comes at all.
I've some other things on my mind. Hopefully I'll be able to get them out and onto this blog. It's pretty much all to do with Doktor Sleepless.
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