A Pocket Full of Seeds

Little/big thoughts

Zoo Kid – Out Getting Ribs

When you hear a voice like this coming out of a 16 year old guy, you know you’re onto something special. Each song resonates with maturity, yet it feels so strangely relatable. Out getting ribs makes me think. You know, when a song gives you such a strong inclination to start thinking about something you almost lose those minutes in time, because, well, you are thinking so much. Maybe about that thing you didn’t do. About that thing you didn’t say. About that thing you wish you’d done. About that thing you’re never going to get back. About that thing you want to do, about that thing that slipped away, about that thing you can’t decide on. About that thing you wish you could do. About that thing you’re no good at. Until suddenly the song ends and you have to put it back on again.



Infinite Body – Dive

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Seagulls on the pond in the park are really excitable. They flutter around the surface, every so often plunging, then swooping off, high! But then back, greeting and swirling around other seagulls they meet. Socialising with the geese even, but that’s a long shot. Then high! Diving off once more. Then it seems that the general feel is drifting away from the hububbling pond and rather to a frantic cloud high above the humming Oak Trees. That’s where they really go for the climactic swoop/swirl/greet – they even make patterns to the human eye. It’s all a disguise for the real important discussions that are going on. For the seagulls are wondering where to go next.

And then I look back at my feet that are planted on the concrete path that runs beneath the place I sit. The lines and angles that explode out of every corner of every structure seem more vivid than before. And the light reflecting off a glancing eye is enough to sustain an erratic speed. Enough to keep me awake on the bus in the mornings, when the sunrise is vitalising.

Infinite Body enhances all part of your mind that does not work mathematically, especially Dive.


Smudged and Scratched.

Johnny Reb – Crumbs

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I wanted to give this song to George to work on, being such a massive fan of The Libertines / The View and the rest of the Landan Tan ramshackle brigade. But now we’ve got the easy comparisons out of the way it’s easier to enjoy the track, The constantly dancing lead guitar gives does give a nod to Carl Barat but also has edges of energy and recklessness that make me want to put on a Dirtbombs vinyl. The saxophone, played by Morrissey member Boz Boorer is is almost too fitting for the mood, bordering on ridiculously Camden and actually this has one of my favourite outros as the humming sax and the double bass raise an eyebrow before someone swears loudly.


This kind of music has not had enough of a spin in the last few years, mainly because there are some terrible bands trying to bring it back. Johnny Reb are not one of these bands, give them a spin.




A to B

White Lies – Nothing To Give (M83 Remix)

Being at university, it’s really easy to get into this sort of bubble. You suddenly have so much time. This seemingly infinite moment in your existence where you can be who you want, do what you want and it comes with this feeling of complete fearless-ness. There is the point though (which if like me, you reached successfully by Christmas) where the loan is drained, the overdraft is being hungrily nibbled at and you’re now living off tea and cigarettes for the foreseeable future. It’s at this point we have to shamefully dip into the bank of mutti and vati, bursting the bubble until the next instalment of funds. I didn’t feel homesick at this point, but I started thinking about strange things at home I missed. One of them actually turned out to be the bus home. I missed that 30 minutes, where I was neither at point A or B. When I could plug my headphones in, look out of the window and just simply think.

I stumbled across a remix of White Lies which jolted this strange memoir of home. Their music always give me this weird feeling of elevation, with vocals that pull on your heartstrings and subtle injections of, in this instance, violin which evoke a whole other dimension to their songs. M83 are along the same lines, and they’ve done this song so much justice. Throwing over it a cosmic wash, with mind-melting synths and a swelling bass which when collided, turn into something somewhat otherworldly.

It definitely made me miss those self-indulgent 30 minutes, and I’d of loved to be watching the world (well, Kesgrave) simply pass me by.