Besides- beauty weeks call for fruity collages and magicking those into existence lifts my spirits from having to saw up the bodies of my murdered tree-babies for firewood, which is pretty fucking depressing.
And commiserations to all you poor buggers up there in England after another horror election result. Just remember- same shit, different day. If it's any comfort to you at all, we've had the SS/DD/selective austerity complex imposed on us in NZ for going on 20 years now and we've learned that one can minimise its intrusion into daily life and indeed contribute to the fabric of an alternative vision in spite of all the moneypigs squealing and rooting in democracy's stinky body cavities. Nil carborundum, etc. etc.
So yeah, beauty. And to that end, this week in music features Undo, which I cannot ever listen to without weeping embarrassing tears of foolish joy. I'm hard-pressed to think of a better use of the human voice, such as it is, than this choir's divine instrumentation. This track and Natura get frequent loud passage through our Tannoy speakers and what those elderly dungers lose in top-end articulation they make up for in sheer spiritual fidelity, that elusive ability to express the heart and intent of the song. I blew a really nice pair of bookcase Missions trying to get there.
I think Vespertine is her best work by a long shot but haven't had the fortitude to listen to the latest effort yet. I worry Black Lake et al will be too close for comfort. Oh well.