A Pocket Full Of Seeds

The Argonauts – Ellafrell

This is an ‘every so often’ uncharacteristic post inconsistent with usual incoherent and lively atmosphere that exudes from your clickings on apfos.

I sense this is a busy time, otherwise Marcus might have had some music to talk about since my last excitement about Oxy-Yan. One of the reasons I feel at home on this blog is because each post is worth something; each word of each post build up pillars for a ceiling under which I sit looking out the name-scratched windows of a train often taken, thinking about…everything. It’s not a constant dribbling feed of sound/music/genres that got our attention for, say, 30 seconds before we realised it was cool and most definitely ‘blogable’ . the price of this is a slight intermittency to my input, but nonetheless I hope, sincere.

The fact of the matter is, I love a girl called Ella and I bought an egg-timer that looks like an egg recently and I’m really excited about both of these things.

-Break-

The Argonauts have a flair that comes through their live-recordings; enough to remind me of seeing them play in a village hall in Harwich. I love being and feeling down to earth with them and their believable stories of conversations with girls enticed by wankers and who don’t like change.

George

Oxy-Yan – Northern Lights

I can swing to and forth, from a fifth or sixth or however many months not spent, but given up in the cradle of coils, kept in form, kept in shape like the hammocks of brighter eyes been, in trees, in between time, sleeping, our sleeping scene. The current, the routes beneath our feet so spoilt with water of the lake of thought, today, now, a current circling the island in the middle, always north, shining so bright that it rose above the attempt of eyes. Our eyes darting while the currents circle. The current tries to wash up on the security of a hidden destination, always north.

Oxy-Yan‘s from the Netherlands, from Amsterdam. This song is great.

George

Plaitum – She Speaks Spanish

Plaitum – Temptress

Plaitum – Geisha (IntotheNorthSea remix)

This boy and this girl, Plaitum, they could turn up loud, turn up wanted, fashionably late in the middle of some room of decaying faces immersed in yellow light. Decay like growth, time-telling tales of all that makes one queazy with future thoughts, what the fuck is the future thinking that makes us roll and roll and roll like polished wheels for the exhibition of nobodies. This boy and this girl play into my momentary madness, they excite me hugely. They get better with each song as well, a sort of progressive process towards I don’t know what but it’s conceptually huge. The sprite of excitable  listeners bouncing under their belt are wondering why these  star correlations aren’t more famous, correlations uncoiling in the  spider-web. This is good rhythm.
Good rhythm I tell you!

Go and follow their exponential rise before it happens.

Thanks, George

Kohib – Hear This

I open holes in the wall, brick by brick, I scramble through to more trees, more tangled up angles through thickened air. I find the relief of the hill conquered, then to see from the mist, the white musty fog, another gradient opening up, a steep hill unseen, another wall to take apart. I feel the air clog up inside, each breathe an effort of pushing, of forcing out something that doesn’t go, concentrating on the work and means and ways of day-to-day life. If there are sounds that can awaken my head when I bury it in published textbooks, handed down from one bored pre-adult to another, a stationary flow and store of heads cocooned by their own eyes, all I see is the constitution of money, the one-dimensional growth and infrastructure of a confused race. As I momentarily thought, if there are sounds that can awaken my buried head, they would be strong, heavy, emotional, heavy footed yet in rapid motion, powerful, a purposeful invasion of silence.

Kohib has offered such a sound. His album, Make Fire, is perfect. My listening to it has resulted in high activity. One day at college in one of my free periods, after having burnt the album in the morning onto a cd to play in my new cd player, I was somehow inspired to just ‘keep walking’. That is to say, I was walking down the high street wondering if I should buy a bacon roll from Baker’s Oven and I ended up walking down a desolate footpath under the bridge, along the river, meeting the train tracks, past the old derelict area of derelict marmalade factories, through the construction sites of tea-drinking and cigarette-smoking builders huddled in a van, at the fringes of the town, I got a bus back. Kohib played a great part in this journey. He conquers the feeling of constriction and monotonous un-ending challenge that I tried to express at the open of this post.

Only a few songs on the album constitute lyrics, this is one of them.  The whole album, that you can download from many places, holds a threshold of dark-eyed and consistent walking pace rhythm, I find it hard to distinguish my ‘favourite’. If i was a gimp i’d call it violinstep or something like that.

Kohib is Øivind Sjøvoll from Sortland, a settlement far in the North of the world.

This concludes my special feature on good music from nice places in Norway.
Here are the previous posts;

#1 Autoband, Tromsø
#2 Snasen, Oslo
#3 Torkelsen, Fredrikstad

A conclusion of this operation is my recommendation to stay following these great Norwegian labels that have together recorded and affiliated with the inspiration for all 4 songs;

Beatservice Records, Tromsø
Sellout! Music, Oslo

Both are relatively small companies that do well from your interest, and mine!

Thanks
George

a ps. Autoband released his debut album, that was spoken of, today. I am now listening to it, to beat my review, get it here.