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There's been buckets of ink already spilled about 1980's Stone Age cassette culture and spinner dial broadcasting to warrant a Penguin size tome, and may much more pour forth. For now, here are my digital contributions. Caveatz tho’~~~~Air check playbacks of my 18-22 year old self are characterized by a superficially outsized air personality, elitist nods to the imagined cognoscenti and strained analysis accompanied by lame one-liners. I sound like an ESPN announcer (more so on WMUA than WPRB or WMFU)~~~~But even though there’s nothing as immediate and tasteful as the meat sliced by the original Pat Benatar band, the selections were choice then and remain so now, yes?~~~ No?~~~ Love is a battlefield!~~~~~All shows at 320 kbps, chopped into proper MP3s with lovingly detailed labeling~~~~Download Qs: leftofleftofthdial@gmail.com

Sunday, January 22, 2012

2010 Back Again: MICHAEL HURLEY Blue Hills (Mississippi)


I wrote: 

"We here at LOLOTD realize it's unfair to compare such a singular treasure as Michael Hurley to anyone, but the first three songs on his lovingly reflective 2010 album Blue Hills – on which he explores electronic piano and pump organ - remind me of nothing less singular than two 1949 Lightnin’ Hopkins’ cuts from The Gold Star Sessions, Volume 1 (Arhoolie), which possess a similarly perpendicular hauntology.  Michael knows where the old people go - where we all go - and the grace with which he captures the horizon is lovely, solemn, resigned and poised. Thanks Michael.  It’s a great big sigh that calms me and therefore, Blue Hills is the 1.1.1.1.1st (that is 2nd) best present I sent to my ears in 2010... Which leaves just one more epistle." 




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