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So I guess you could say things have been a little quiet round these parts.

Both in my number of appearances and in some of my musical postings.

Well, the first I can only explain by saying that I've not had a great deal to say of late. Which isn't to say I've been short on inspiration. Rather, I've been catching up on a lot of music that has either passed me by or that i haven't been able to devote enough time to listen to. Both of which have resulted in my mind being so full of stop, that I've not know what to write about. Plus I guess January isn't the most inspiring of months. No-one wants to go out. Gigs are sparse. Money is tight. The weather is shit. And generally everything just feels a bit low.

Which kind of goes some way to explain the second. The music I play always tends to reflect my mood or what's going on around me. And with the winter months tending to dark and miserable and insular, so too does the music. So with the news that snow might be on the way I thought it was time to break the mould and break shit up. In a manner of speaking anyway.

What I bring you tonight is some good old fashioned noisy shit. It may be noise in the truest form or it may just be noise in the sense that it's loud. But like my dad always says, all this boom boom music is just noise. First up is Sonic Youth's Lee Ranaldo. Those of you who've been dropping by here for a while may remember that I have a thing for narratives by lived in voices and this fits nicely into that category. It starts off as just distant feedback. Clatters. Clashes. Swirling spectrums. Then the voice. And then the noise.

Next up, Lydia Lunch. Artist. Musician. Confrontationalist. This track, a colaboration with the ex Birthday Party guitarist, has her coming on like a deranged Patti Smith. Vixen-esque, she vamps up the lyrics over a noisy blues riff that lurks in the shadows of rock like a dormant beast threatening to wake and destroy.

And we finish with a scuzzy piece of noise from New York's Poem Rocket. With more than a hint of Sonic Youth going on, they slot easily into that fuzzy art rock niche trying as they might to hide an awesome song away behind muffled vocals and scouring guitars.

And that my friends concludes tonights proceedings. Hopefully things are going to be a bit more active around these parts. But sometimes, real life goes and gets in the way. But enough of my ramblings, what are you waiting for ... come on feel the noise.

Lee Ranaldo - the end of life in america / angels from 'Dirty Windows'

Lydia Lunch and Richard S Howard - what is memory? from 'Shotgun Wedding'

Poem Rocket - appeal to the imagination from 'Psycheography'

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