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Unable to push out words, be it spoken or written. Stifled by the unknown stigma of bursting out. Cutting the corners so I can remain relevant and useful in today’s context. Wolfing down candies to induce a headache so strong the mind just wants to explode.

Working draft.

step back in time

Not so often, we get a music act that manages to take on the 80’s sounds and make it sound so good. It’s tricky business, taking on a style that has been tried and tested. Somehow, this lady manages to take on such a sound and make it sound oh-so-cool.

The lady is none other than Ladyhawke. Her sound, 80’s driving hard thumping electro rock. This is the kind of electro rock that drives with it’s soaring electro synth waves and electric guitars. The first few parts of Ladyhawke’s debut is somehow reminiscent of another lady that took on such a sound, Kelly Osbourne. Fancy the ‘princess of darkness’ taking a slice of this pie only to have it fall flat on the ground. Maybe such a sound should be just left to the underground acts.

I say this plainly because, Ladyhawke in all her underground glory has managed to make it somewhat amazing. Her voice breathes mystery into the songs that she writes, she coos with melancholy and aches with heartbreak as synth beats drive through with no stopping in sight till the track ends.

Almost immediately Blondie comes to mind and I guess Ladyhawke is not hiding from the fact, this is where she draws her inspiration. Tracks like My Delirium provides a sort of deep vortex of beats and lyrics, that is almost very easily done deliberately.

With lead single being Paris Is Burning, Ladyhawke provides a new angle to such a sound. Taking inspiration from a trip to Paris, Ladyhawke sings about the state of Paris in today’s context. This track almost sounds good enough to be a hit for Ladyhawke, but has failed to reach top position. But that is not the point.

As long as she is cool with the endless Blondie comparison, this girl who used to be with a band, should have staying power, in the underground scene of course. Go Ladyhawke.

The video for Paris is Burning is equally cool too:

sunday drag

Sunday is the day for long lost hours of sleep and deep relexation of the mind. No point in stressing over what Monday would drag in almost naturally. Weekends are subjected to partying and nice dinners with close friends and new acquaintances. It is also a time to spend sometime inducing some hard liquor into the body, letting it run through your blood stream, only to have it fade away as night wears on. Such fleeting moments of bravery and insecurity washed away.

Sundays are also the day to nurse that hangover and comtemplate that Monday is just gonna be the same routine of furious keyboard bangings and excruciating wait for the day to be over. But hey, all you have to do is tell yourself that it gets better, and that there is no point dreading. For when dread washes over you, you are left with the infinite yet surprising feel of relieve.

Somehow being under the strobe lights and having loud music banging into my eardrums, have made me realise that doing all of this, is a tad bit boring and old. Maybe I have finally outgrown days of wanting to go out there and working it on the dancefloor. But I tell myself, “am I too young to retire?”. Yes might be the answer, or maybe this little island is slowly tiring out good places to really get down, on the down low.

Who am I trying to kid? Okay this entry has gone on long enough.

my heart is beating like a jungle drum

Heralding the return of great American television and bidding goodbye to some series for the time being. Both nice and somewhat bittersweet. I am of course talking about saying hello to Grey’s Anatomy and goodbye to Weeds. Very contrasting American TV shows that cater to different audiences but both makes for very good televsion.

I would say that Weeds was pretty successful in delivering a good fourth season. Jenji Kohan just keeps upping the ante with the complicated lives of the Botwins and their many adversaries. The fourth season came and went by so quickly that I kind of wish it were longer. This series will of course never see it’s light of day here, but I am just content with watching it online.

Grey’s Anatomy graces the screens again for its fifth season! I cannot believe it’s five already. Shonda Rhimes and gang keep churning out emotionally charged and heart wrenching storylines to keep the audiences wanting more. Plus the music on the show is just ace. The kind of music that I like.

No different was episode one and two for season five. In particular, Emiliana Torrini. The track in question, Jungle Drum off her new third album Me and Armini.

I adore Emiliana Torrini. She reminds me of after-rain-days, chilling with a good book outside a balcony. She was once marketed as the next Bjork, but that did not work out for her. She has since then released two albums quite unlike her first, Love in the Science of Time.

She is a mix of great indie pop-folk with a hint of electronic beats and bumps. Me and Armini is no different from her second album, Fisherman’s Woman. She presents herself as once again a pop-folk vagabond with a carefreee spirit. And it is good that she has strayed away from being the next Bjork.

Almost in the same vein of Maria Taylor, Emiliana Torrini is less emotional with the tunes and not as dreamy. Her crystal clear voice is light and airy and almost whimsical. Your heart will always get a lift when you listen to her songs.

It was so apt that Jungle Drum was used in a scene for Grey’s Anatomy. It is that sort of quirky song that fits into episodes of Grey’s Anatomy.

Since she has made any videos off Me and Armini, I give you Sunny Road, off Fisherman’s Woman: