Tuesday, 8 November 2011
O, Concrete Mother Commons
So one time I sat around like a stupid student drinking beer with my dear friend Alex. We played Worms and listened to people reading difficult poetry. It is actually a really happy memory and a really sad one. I miss him a lot today. R.I.C... Anyway, we got onto listening to Karl Waugh's album 'Concrete Mother London', and somehow ended up listening to Sean Bonney reading 'The Commons' at the same time. Though the two things seem pretty disparate there is a connection in their tone. Both are semblances of negative energy dragged through cityscapes, very lonely, fragmented and alienated. Both disorienting and relentless in their approach (attack). I've finally got round to putting them together, and I am rather pleased with the outcome. Please have a listen.