Gnarls Barkley – Atlanta: More like Gnarls Borekley. And this from a guy who even liked The Odd Couple.
Shabaka – Of the Earth: Shabaka made this record by himself, and it lacks the confusing emotional intensity of human interaction. Imagine Rumours without any of the fighting and fucking and backstabbing and namecalling. That’s kinda what Of the Earth sounds like.
Bill Callahan – My Days of 58: I only listened to the first two songs but they were both really good in nearly every way I measures songs’ goodness.
Dijon – Absolutely | Baby: I think what I like most about these albums—you know, besides the compositions and the performances and Dijon’s voice—is the simple human connection that crosses nearly all the lyrics. When he sings about watching his wife get ready or making another baby or wanting to recapture the magic, I can see how they look at each other, the light in the room, the furniture. I can feel the vibrations of the emotions in the air, the weight of the expectations, the hope for the future. The things I feel when I listen to these two records are why I keep coming back to music.
Old friends who made it into rotation this week: PinkPantheress: Fancy That; Effie: Pullup to Busan 4 More Hyper Summer It’s Gonna Be a Fuckin Movie; De La Soul: Cabin in the Sky
Interesting that Effie got back into your rotation.
Yeah, it stuck with me in a way I didn’t imagine. What you wrote about the Wuthering Heights soundtrack describes a lot of the ambivalence I feel towards Effie, but she captured something so compelling on that set that I keep coming back to it.