Molly Nilsson.

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“…sometimes I don’t understand you, but you’re the abstract art in my modern museum.”

Maybe the body is made up of ghosts that haunt us all with our past mistakes, taunting us when we least expect it. Maybe we can feel it coming on, but we cannot get rid of it. It is easier to chase away what troubles someone you care for rather than facing up to your own demons. Trust me, I know. But I like to pretend. Everything is a defense and not much means much, anymore. A disgusting and cruel town is bad for the soul. The soul is more delicate than the heart. You see, when a heart metaphorically breaks, something or someone can put it back together. When your soul has been crushed and rejected, I don’t think anything can put it back together. I know I’m alone with this, I guess that’s why the only sense of peace I get is when I listen to certain kinds of music. It’s like, when I listen to Cold Cave I feel as if someone gets it. Wes Eisold’s lyrics have been a lifeline for me for so long. Much like how the Bleed Like Me record by Garbage saved my life when it came out. These are things I can write down but never actually say the words to anyone. What use are my words when all I have felt and ever will feel, have been felt before by others? It just doesn’t matter.

But you know what does matter? Music. Music that comes from the soul. Music that sounds bit dark and creepy. Sinister and loving images are conjured up.

Molly Nilsson.

I know NOTHING about her, and this is what I love. I don’t want to know the ins and outs of bands and singers I love. I wish to know nothing about their lives. I just want to hear their music and take what I want from it. I may be wrong, I may be right but I really don’t want to know what my favourite singers/bands had for lunch yesterday you know? What use is that? None at all.

Her lyrics are open and frail. The music is eerie. So basically, she is everything I love. The lyrics are full of questions, desire, love, lust, loss and hints of death. To face such exposed emotions like this is something, even if you don’t dig this kind of music- you must admire in a way. I’m massively into lyrics which is probably why I like the kind of music I like. I feel no connection to what is play-listed on certain radio stations because it means nothing to me. Not because it is commercial, I think anyone who disregards something because it is classed as mainstream is a bit of a tool but hey, can’t have an opinion. I just dislike it because for me, I can’t relate. But I must admit that a lot of underground music can be quite toss too. It’s up to YOU to find out what you connect with. I have no shame in admitting that I think Call Me Maybe, annoying as it is, is a bloody brilliant pop song. Oh, and I think Kelly Clarkson is fucking amazing. I shouldn’t have to justify myself, so I won’t. I never will. But fuck me how can I love that kind of pop music but write about someone like Molly Nilsson? Quite easily really.

Certain places just produce amazing music. Manchester, Sheffield, New York, Los Angeles and Sweden. Bloody hell Sweden, your music scene is fucking incredible. If you’re a bit lazy, you’ll make the generic comparisons. I cannot be doing with that. I think if I was a singer and this happened to me, I’d want to strangle all those wanky Music “Journalists.” For me, Molly just sounds like well, herself really. I don’t wish to compare.

Wounds Itch When They Heal gives off a Kraftwerk vibe. No this isn’t a comparison, I’m just saying that same euphoric feeling is there. I feel as if I’m arguing with myself because no one is going to read this. Anyway, one must continue.

You Always Hurt The One You Love (I’ve read it’s a cover, I’m not sure) has this fucking brilliant Calypso thing going on. Yet, if you listen to the lyrics, you sort of see yourself in the song. I don’t know if it’s a good thing or a bad thing. However, if you know you’ve hurt someone and you apologise straight away then you are better than most. I spend most of my time saying sorry. Maybe I should stop.

To make the music Molly Nilsson does takes something more than passion and strength. I don’t know what it is, but I know I can relate to most songs and that is enough to make me love her music. A lot.

“Your eyes consume me, they always have. Before you knew me, I dreamed of them.”

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The music can do the talking, and I will loathe myself for doing this. Anyway.

This is for the eyes and ears of one. One that will more than likely not see this, and if they do..they may not get that it is for them. At least there is always the “delete” option. That’ll happen, that I know. Tame your honesty. Use other people’s words. Gentle…gentle.

“Vicious, you hit me with a flower. You do it every hour. Oh, baby you’re so vicious.”

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Patience can be a weakness or it can be a strength. People will use it against you. People will always for the most part, use your good traits against you. Example, say if you have a kind heart- people will bruise it. If you seem to be the kind to help others, they will take advantage. What good comes from being bad? I wish I was tough, but then if I was I wouldn’t be who I am. And who I am, well I don’t know if it is good or bad. My heart is too big, and I should break away some pieces so it shrinks and contains all that matters. What exactly matters? Well, you can only find that in your heart. So maybe I’d be defeating the object if I did something like that.

You give parts of you away. Sometimes you give them to the wrong ones, sometimes you give them to the good ones. Maybe you only learn your lesson when it is too late. You can go back in time in your head which causes you to break your own heart. Then what do you do? You simply owe it to yourself to not mourn the things you had no control over. We all seek some form of control. It can be in good things, it can be in bad things. Do not judge them. Never judge. We’re all different but we all fight to stay alive. Sometimes it can be such a drag, but it’s alright. It’s quite alright.

As I get older, I don’t mind it. I don’t mind it at all. Sure my body feels bruised and broken at times (I think 80 minutes on the treadmill today may be a vital part in this) and my head feels like it may explode from frustration- but if I let it all matter, then I won’t know what to do. You’ve got hide sometimes. The panic attacks may increase over here, but I’ll get out.

So why long for something that just isn’t there? Is it even there? That’s why I love old old old music you know? It is like THEIR frustrations and their love and their lust and all in-between was written in a much deeper tone. It went beyond all that is around now. I mean sure I love the bands I listen to that are new, of course. I love the euphoric journey they send me on. But there is something about hearing something from the 60s about losing something/someone that just sound much more vulnerable than anything around now. I admire anyone who writes so honestly that they are pretty much letting every raw feeling out. Maybe that’s why I write like I do. The things I write here are the things I say to nobody. Why would I? I have no need to. I don’t wish to. I’m too stubborn, but I use it for the good rather than bad. For the most part. I’ll always believe I was born at the wrong time, always. However, I’m not going to dress like a hippie, spin around a few times and hug everyone. No no. I’ll stick to what I wear and listen to what I like.

I have no idea why I wrote any of this, maybe I had to let it out. So to the one person who may happen to read this. I’m sorry, here are some songs to make up for my idiotic ramblings that are far too frequent yet scattered.

DUNES.

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In 2009, three folks from the West Coast of America formed a band. All before and in-between means nothing. What matters is the outcome. The outcome turned out to be something so ethereal and pure, I don’t even think this is real life anymore. I really don’t. For all the shit in the world, how on earth do we deserve a band as amazing as Dunes? Seriously, I don’t know. I just don’t know. I don’t think I’m going to question it for too long, I’m just going to go with it.

Wandering eyes, loyal heart and a tired tongue. It all catches up with you eventually. Everyone in the shop this evening was buying about 5 bottles of various alcohol based products each. They’re off to be sociable. I’m writing about a band that make me no longer care for what I do and all I see. This dreaming state is divine and pure. Don’t wake me up. I won’t let you. I’ll freeze, you’ll fold and nobody will be able to understand.

Morbid thoughts are healthy, just like smiling is good for you. Or something. I don’t know. I read it somewhere, or I was told. Or maybe I just made it up. Don’t trust anyone who is always happy. Also, don’t trust anyone who doesn’t dig Dunes. That’s not a pun or anything, you know what I mean. Obviously.

Floating through space and time. Unaware of all around you. People aren’t seen. Objects are drifted over. You’re heading somewhere on your own. Spread your arms, kiss a wish to the sky and let it take you. Just go, let go. Go. Go. GO. Dunes do this to you. Dunes make you feel alive. Dunes make you FEEL. The atmosphere they create and all they make you feel is enough to make you want to kiss your enemy on the cheek and wish them good health and a good day. I’m soft and sensitive, so I’d probably do this anyway. That loyal heart of mine, it’s terribly stupid.

Tied Together is probably my favourite track I’ve exposed my curious ears to. The songs all feel like a come-down from something truly beautiful. You want the beauty to carry on? Then listen to Dunes. If you want to drop some names of bands that they sound like, then I’m sorry. I just can’t do that. It’s lazy. I doubt a band thinks, “Fuck let’s just copy what’s been done before.” I’m not going to insult them and launch a load of comparisons your way. As a Music Writer (I hate the word Journalist) I think I dislike them, a lot. Mainly the ones who just have no passion. If I listen to a band that evidently play with all they have; I’m sure as hell going to write about them with similar passion. If you don’t love what you do, then you must simply stop. And if you are constantly being rejected like I, then you must keep going. Then one day you will get to say “FUCK YOU” to all that said no. Apparently good things will happen. Apparently.

A good thing has happened. Dunes have happened. A perfect band to just listen to whilst doing nothing on a typical summer day. It doesn’t matter if you’re a beach kind of person. Or someone who likes to wander around the city blasting out incredible music in your ears. Where you are just means nothing because Dunes take you some place else. A euphoric plain that you’ve never discovered before. This is truly remarkable. I don’t want to hear anything else right now. This is too good. It’s like looking at a beautiful female and wanting to look at her for the rest of time. Lust fills your ears and fills you with joy as you listen to Dunes.

They’ve got a bandcamp page with their tracks on, well some of anyway. You can do the right thing and BUY their music. But please give them a listen : http://duneslala.bandcamp.com

My love for bands from the West Coast is fully justified in bands such as Dunes. They just have this feel to their music that makes you feel like, maybe anything is possible. Nothing is perfect, that I know. However when I listen to Dunes I’m starting to believe that perfection does exist. Someone can be perfect but still have their faults. If you love them regardless of their faults, then you have found your soul-mate.

Dunes are a band that you just need. Don’t question it. Do not even wonder why you must love them. You just simply must. You’ve got to. I feel like some kind of dictator (or maybe I’m just a dick) but you’ve got to love them. They’re tranquil and just make you want to sway. Sway so gently and ignore all around you. The moments of beauty they give you, well, nothing else can really compete with it to be honest.

“When I die, when I disappear. Leave my bones behind.”

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They’ll bring up your mistakes and make you out to be a on a par with vicious people. That’s what they do. Who are THEY? They can be enemies, friends, families or just wretched fuckers who cannot control themselves. Control. Control. What a broad thing it is, what a pain it is. Self-control is something everyone wants. They want to know what they’re doing, they want to have a grip on it. I;ve accepted I’ll never know what’s going on. I press play, stick my headphones in and hope my favourite song gives me answers. Or hope. Or something. Pray, beg, cry out for a punch in the face because physical pain is easier to deal with than the torment you drag yourself through. I don’t listen to myself, and maybe that’s a bad thing. But if you can make sense of this, then you’re better than I am. A song doesn’t always have to give you the answers though. Sometimes a person can just make you realise that maybe…just maybe, you’re not so bad after all. You love this person with all you have, and more. You’d try to tell them but you’d just sound a bit daft. But you live in hope that they know, and one day realise this. But until then, you listen to songs to send you off into a dream.

Don’t come down from that cloud. Keep your head in them, because the come-down is such a drag. It’s all a drag. But there’s something morbidly euphoric about feeling so low, really low and knowing you can never sink that far down again. I don’t know if I’ve ever hit rock bottom. I think if I did, I wouldn’t tell anyone. There’s only so much ugliness one can show another, right? We hide beauty because we think we’re not good enough. A person can be so perfect for you, but they will claim otherwise. I don’t know how this works. Or maybe I do, and I just don’t want to expand on it.

You see, this euphoric state we all long to be in can be found anywhere. There’s one person that you wish you could look at right now, and feel that way- right? Of course. There’s a song that takes you there. It’s not a lullaby, you don’t want to be swayed until you fall into a wonderful slumber. You want something to hurl you into a different world. Do you want to take someone with you? Everything feels super cosmic and you cannot be touched. The eyes are more powerful than the hands. You can fake a hug, but not a gaze. I fail at staring competitions because I always want to laugh. I want to laugh at everything. Mainly because crying gives me a headache.

Anyway, something can put you on a permanent or temporary high. Some of the best music made gives you that high. No, you don’t need to be off your face on something to feel it. You’ve just got to open your soul and expand your mind. Free yourself, and don’t let a person tell you that you’re worth nothing. Know your own worth, and if you can’t do that- someone will show you.

With love comes kindness. With kindness comes patience. With patience comes anything you wish. Wait.

Apache Dropout.

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I blame Don Van Vliet aka Captain Beefheart for my love of anything strange, mind-blowing and just bloody peculiar. I don’t have it in me to enjoy anything that doesn’t have something weird behind it. Sure enough everything must have a story behind it, but it doesn’t have to be true. Just because I love I Know It’s Over by The Smiths doesn’t mean I cannot allow myself to escape into the magical and mystical realm of Stars by Warpaint. Of course you know I can, because you probably know how much I love the two bands.

No one has ever captured the same strangeness as Captain Beefheart, and no one ever will. I realised this a long time ago as I played Safe As Milk for the…I cannot even recall how many times I’ve played it. Don’t get me started on Trout Mask Replica. Just don’t. I’d be telling you until I was blue in the face, day turned to night and you fell asleep as to why I think it’s an incredible record. There is NOTHING wrong with it at all. Just sheer perfection. So much genius shines through, and it is also mental. Proving that the most mental are the most smart.

Okay so, there’s this kind of boogie/garage rock vibe going on in my ears right now. It’s coming from a band called Apache Dropout. They’re a band I reckon my hero, Lester Bangs would fucking love (okay so Lester goes beyond being my hero…but just know if it wasn’t for him, I’d never have loved music as much nor would I have gone to Uni..make of that what you want. Maybe I wasted 3 years. Or the 3 years wasted me.) Apache Dropout are the kind of band that make you think you’ve dropped a fair amount of acid (I’ve never done drugs, I’m just basing this on how the band are giving me an outer-body experience) and that the clouds are chasing you. With their pinks, blues, yellows and greens. So bright, you want to close your eyes. Well you can, but open up your mind kid. Open up, and dig this band. You’ve just got to.

There’s freedom in no self-control. There’s freedom in giving yourself over to a band. They are 3 guys who just make something amazing. I cannot throw them into any genre, that’s just not fair. I hate doing that. Fucking hate it; so I try my best to make sure I never do it. The screams and yelps on It’s A Nightmare will make you want to scream along. Let it all out. It doesn’t matter if the window is open or if someone is home. Let it all out, get them to join in.

So, their new record Bubblegum Graveyard came out this Tuesday just gone I think? All the days feel the same. I still think I’m in ’96 or some shit. 10 years old. I wish. Instead I’m nearly 26. The fuck. Anyway, you should check out Bubblegum Graveyeard because it’ll scare you, rattle your bones and make you want to dance. What more could you want?

If you feel the need to hook yourself with their previous stuff, here you go: http://apachedropout.bandcamp.com/

Do something good today and listen to them. The bad thing you do today, well that’s entirely up to you. No one is an Angel.

“No longing for the moonlight, no longing for the sun. No longer will I curse the bad I’ve done.”

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If you feel like you belong in this world, that you were born at the right time then you are so lucky. If you don’t feel empty when you see what your generation are into, then you are lucky. If you can relate, then man..how do you do it? Reality shows are fake and pointless. Books are being turned into devices. Record stores are closing. And I don’t understand why people use Instagram. Why do people take photos of their food? If I wanted to know what you ate, I probably would’ve asked if you wanted to go for dinner. I don’t get it. I don’t hate everything around me; far from it. I just don’t really hold much hope, love or like even towards modern life. I hate that I was born when I was, and grew up to see cultures turn cold and reliant on things that can break instantly.

Some bands are hell-bent on recreating a sound that was done in the 70s/80s. Some do it really well without making it obvious. However some just look silly. It’s like that time everyone thought neon paint and “bringing back” the 80s was a good idea. I guess current times are so shit, we must stay in the past. Again, I don’t get it.

I don’t really understand people who claim to only listen to music that isn’t current you know? Do you have ANY idea what you’re missing out on? From 2:54 to Crocodiles to King Dude to Warpaint and all in-between. There’s so much good music that you’re missing out on. I know, I know we will never have an album as powerful as Psychocandy or as creepy as Seventeen Seconds or as wonderful as Viva Hate. It’s okay. Trust me, it’s alright.

But modern life (aside from some music) is a drag. It’s a chore to get up and carry on, I know. I fully understand. If I didn’t force myself to go to the gym every morning I’d probably stay in my room and not go out. Not because modern life is toss, but for many other reasons. You have to force yourself to carry on and do what you can. You just have to. The alternative isn’t exactly something that appeals.

You twist, you turn. You fight with yourself, you fight with anyone who will listen. You declare you’re not good enough. You know why? Because your surroundings make you believe that you’re worth nothing. Thing is, we’re all worth something. Maybe not to ourselves but to one person for sure. I know I should pay attention to what I write; but I just can’t. I don’t think I could ever fully believe in myself and not carry some self-doubt you know. I just think, if I ever thought I was good at something I would never do it again. If I thought I was a decent Music Writer, I’d stop. I’m not looking for a pat on the back or for someone to say I’m any good. Far from it. This is my venting my frustrations at life and how we are becoming more numb to all we see, and all we are. People are caring less and less. My problem is that I probably care too much. I don’t care what people think about me because 1 or 2 people truly know me. As you get older, you realise what matters. You slowly see that people are as cruel as school kids in the playground. They will stab you in the back, and through the heart too. Whilst trying to fuck with your mind. People aren’t as loving as they once were.

Where I live everyone looks the same. I try not to look up when I leave the house. If I look up and around, my self-hate will go through the roof. Eye contact just doesn’t happen. The pavement is my friend. The cracks are the tales of fury. They cracked because they couldn’t take it anymore. I fully understand.

I hate where I am, and the harder I try to get out; the further I am knocked back.

So I play music as loud as I can in my ears. Just to drown out everything, and everyone. It’s working. I’ll get out, even if I have to fucking crawl.

I’m using music to drag me through.

2:54- Sugar (video.)

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“Unfamiliar territory gets the best of me.”

I have to be super quick with this because my bus is in 10 minutes and I’m not a fast walker.

Right, you know how much I am in love with 2:54 right? You know their record is my favourite of the year? Since May I have had it on constant repeat. Every song moves me in ways no other band can do. They warm my bones and blow my mind. I love love LOVE them. I’ve been in love with them for the 2 years of so. Creeping, the original version felt like a wave of euphoria take me over. This happened multiple times as I played their debut record. I felt alive. I felt so much, and I still.

ANYWAY.

New single is my favourite track off the record, Sugar. I play the record when I’m at the gym and abusing the rowing machine. Sugar always makes me go faster and nearly break stuff. Including myself. I realised recently that Sugar would be an amazing lap-dancing song wouldn’t it? I have my pervy/weird moments, this song brings it out fully. Colette’s vocals on this track are perfect. It’s like she is seducing you and you can imagine her staring at you with prowling eyes..getting deep into your soul. Taking you over. It’s not just Colette that does that to you. Throughout the whole album Joel, Alex and Hannah take you over. This song is a prime example of it; and all the more reason for you to go buy the record.

Night Sins.

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“Like a fuck in the evening for a bit of a thrill, an entire life of time to kill.”

Here’s a thought, if you could never feel bad again would you enjoy it? Some people enjoy misery, I don’t understand them at all. I only understand what I throw myself into, which isn’t much. I think having a constant sense of, “the fuck is going on” is healthy. I think if I had some kind of organisation in my life, I’d be a hazard to myself. If I knew what I was doing, I’d hate it. I hate routine. The only thing I do that is remotely a routine is the 2 and a half hours I spend at the gym every morning (Tired of being a fat fuck you see, only I can change it. It also helps the mind.) I don’t like order. I never have, and I probably never will. I hate making plans. If you want me to be somewhere, drag me there. Don’t give me a time or a warning in advance; I’ll forget. Not because my thoughts are everywhere but because my attention span is truly awful. However, I can sit perfectly still for hours and read a book. Something isn’t right. Or maybe nothing is wrong. Who knows.

Well fuck all that. Music. Are you ready for something gloomy? No? Why are you reading this then? Alright.

Do you like Cold Cave? Man..if you do, we should be friends you know. I fucking love Cold Cave. Wes Eisold has been a hero of mine since American Nightmare, but you already knew that. You’d know that if you read the nonsense I write, not if you stand outside my bedroom door and hear the music I play. Imagine if that was a way of winning someone over. If they loved your music taste, or read the words you wrote and just fell in love. I live in hope, but the realist in me knows this is stupid and will never happen. I’d panic anyway. I say panic, but I’d just turn my music up louder.

Night Sins. Brilliant name for a band. Guess we all do bad stuff at night. I’m capable of being a dumb fuck day or night, so it doesn’t mean as much. I feel sorry for my close friends. Night Sins make music that’ll terrify you but their words will grip you much like Cold Cave do. I’m not saying they are the same;far from it. The only comparison I can make is that well, I just love both a hell of a lot. You know how it is.

I just want to really talk about how incredible they are. I’m not paid to give my opinion so I always praise. However, if I was ever paid to do this; I’d still be positive. If there’s one thing I hate it is Music Journalists that seem to praise a band then hate them a week later. They don’t check their facts, and they make weird shit up. Come on now, stop being lazy. I don’t get it at all. I really don’t. I’d say I want to punch them, but I’m not violent in the slightest. I keep my rage inside, best way. Fuck it.

So Night Sins are pretty damn good, as you can tell. They have this atmosphere of the likes of Bauhaus, Sisters Of Mercy, The Cure (Seventeen Seconds era) but have a haunting vibe that’s in the likes of Cold Cave, Pop.1280, The Men- so I guess it is pretty obvious that they are a band I was destined to find and fall in love with.

They make music that you listen to at 3am when you feel your soul wither away; you want to scream it out. But you don’t, you let yourself fall apart in order for this band to fix you in a way you didn’t think a band could heal you. They come from Philly and there’s 5 of them ( Kyle, Drew, Michael, Elena and Chris.) Each member will mesmorise you and start-up a fury right inside of you. They get right to the core of your feelings, drag them out and expose you. Expose every truth and you cannot hide behind the lies no more. Open up man, open up.

Night Sins are easily one of the best bands I’ve heard all year. I’ve exposed my ears to some brilliant stuff this year, and I can say with confidence that Night Sins have made a grumpy English fool quite happy.

Check them out here : http://ddlvng.bandcamp.com/

 

*Just so you know, I could happily have written a few thousand words on my love for these guys but I’ve kept it short and to the point..well, I tried. I just love them a lot and I wish them all the success possible because they truly deserve it. A fantastic band that play with passion and heart. Much needed right now.

King Dude.

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“You can break my heart just please don’t break the rest of me.”

Some of the best music is heartbreaking. It hits you in the gut, rips your heart out and leaves you crying into a bowl of cereal at 4am. That’s when you hit rock bottom. I’m waiting for it to happen. I’ll probably find it too funny and shrug it off. One day, I will learn. I will learn when it is too late. When all I have is that bowl of cereal, probably gone soggy and at 4am I will let it all out. I’ll weep..and I’ll be unsure why. I hope it doesn’t happen. But if it does, I’ll crawl towards my records and play something. Anything. Just for an escape. A release that is greater than anything I have ever known.

But sadness will come to all. Happiness will come to us all eventually. It lasts, it doesn’t last. Love can last, love can cease eventually. If it has been building up inside of you for a while, you know it will never leave. Even if it hurts. Sometimes it is worth getting hurt. Personally, I’d rather get hurt than never know. As I get older, I can deal with hurt better than I did when I was younger. I am by no means tough though. Far from it. I just know what works and what doesn’t.

The emptiness you feel cannot be filled with the first thing that comes your way. It takes time. Just don’t put all your faith into one person. I’ve learnt that one must never ever do that. When you hand your hope to someone, they crush it. I’m not being a morbid fuck, I’m just being honest. I’ll be honest here but keep a lot from others. Those that may know me, probably don’t. This is my outlet, thank fuck. Not that there’s anything wrong. But not like anything is right either. Everyday is the same, so try something different. It’s just getting someone to try. That’s a fucking drag. But hey, whatever right? Whatever indeed.

So I should tell you about Kind Dude now.

It all ties in. All the nonsense above ties in.

Kind Dude is the solution to loneliness and desperation. So dark and gripping. It’s like a David Lynch film but less of a mind-fuck. Let it be known, and let it be believed that TJ Cowgill is a genius. The way he taps into your subconscious and unleashes every ugly and every fragile feeling you hold is nothing short of genius. Many try to grasp the concept of these things, and mess it up along the way. It is fair to say TJ does it in a way no one else has done, nor will they ever do.

He makes the kind of music that makes you want to sit alone in a cabin in the woods with a bottle of GOOD whiskey. None of this cheap shit. His haunting lyrics match Townes Van Zandt’s, the way he truly truly delves so deep. Music is lacking heart, but the heart is kept alive by the likes of King Dude. It’s all well and good saying something moves you, but seriously, King Dude moves you in a way unlike any other.

You Can Break My Heart is going on my list of favourite songs of the year. It’s just perfect. We all know someone/have someone in our lives that we’d let hurt us more than anyone. Sometimes you’ve just got to let that happen. Let it out, and let it hurt. Let them hurt you, but you’ll probably hold them as they apologise. But would they apologise? They can destroy your heart, but they cannot destroy you, the person that you are.

There’s blues, folk and a hint of lo-fi. Basically, there’s a lot to love. If you can’t love this guy, then maybe you’ve never been low or been hurt. If that’s the case then you’re lying or you are the cause to problems.

If you’re looking for someone who can ease all those intense and unwanted feelings; King Dude is the one you need. If you are unafraid of exposing yourself to dark feelings and such; King Dude is for you. I hope I’ve not portrayed him as a morbid soul because he really isn’t. He is just one of the very few who can fully grasp ugly feelings and turn it into a work of art. He turns it into something beautiful.

In short, King Dude is that light at the end of the tunnel, as they say. You can always find comfort in music. That breakdown doesn’t always have to happen. Sometimes a song can save you and hold you up.

You can listen (and please do) to his work here : http://kingdude.bandcamp.com