No Pain In Pop

Tickle his murk

Feeling the same always felt a con. Slack jaws tighten with the approach of sobriety’s edge, the first promise of illicits - cigarettes put to mouth even: James Dean never told you about his seized GI tract. All these auld reflex mechanics burn at control like misplaced metal surface sores… better that feelings emerge transitory and formless like sudden hot flushes. Skin overcome with mystery blood. Roman Photos provoke the attentions of emotional fluids previously unfamiliar to each other - flickers of deep-seated content, slow, swirling puffs of vanity like perfumed dust beaten from an old chaise longue, humid washes of mirth. Down they plummet into cymbal-sent motor tics and procession melodies, sensations like a lift full of falling strangers mangled, upon impact, in gross mire together. Such new melds won’t hold themselves together too long. They’ll die again quick, fearing consignment to the same emotional antiquity suffered by happiness or slow-mo, tedious kicks to the teeth.

Find more here. 7-inches more after that to follow in September through armyofbadluck.



MP3: Roman Photos - Out Of The Sun



MP3: Roman Photos - Resident

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The woods are our beach

Alec has the Golden Eyes when all the songs really need are a twenty piece orchestra with various string sections, double tracked kettle drums, Clarence Clemons, three conductors, a prismic sunset, sideways waterfalls, non-dripping clocks and a good soul tip.



MP3: Golden Eye - Eraser

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NPIP011

Forest Swords - aka ‘the Brian Wilson of the Wirral’ - goes back with us a bit. Good, then, that the ‘Rattling Cage’ single is out through the No Pain In Pop label now. Available on limited edition 7″ vinyl, visit the release subsite for more info.

“This is remarkable and everyone involved should be given the freedom of blogland. It’s making me cry at my desk. 10/10.”
Vice Singles Club



MP3: Forest Swords - Hjurt

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Left

Found someone out in the rain, sun came out, lost them again.

Don’t look me up - it’s â–²POPDRONE.



MP3: â–²POPDRONE - belong-to

These

RxRy and Evenings echolocated each other. This is the sound of that - curious ears and eyes, paralleled hours, no pars.



MP3: Evenings - BBABBE (RxRy remix)



MP3: RxRy - Thunder/Language (Evenings remix)

Tags: evenings, rxry

Yeses

Away up there you’ve no chance of catching conscious breath. No air around to age this - just the need to shut eyes and turn into what’s become a time-proof and gilded span, dust caught in ecstatic lifts: remnant and fighting between the push and pull. Not all of it glimmers, but its dark patches permit no sinister lurk. The moment’s safe. What is, is. What was is gone. What’s to be’s irrelevant (for now at least - there’ll be quests to recapture, there always are).

So it’s all yeses, and Space Dimension Controller’s there too, somewhere, rewiring minds, etching compulsive grin, shutting eyelids. Rumble shakes ephemera, ribs jump. You did everything they told you to do and you got trapped there with them.



Fabrice Lig - Digital Forest (SDC’s 33 Degree Tape Mix)

Tags: fabrice lig, r&s records, space dimension controller