payday....

Some money finally plopped into my bank account today. This comes as some relief after spending the last few weeks in a financially barren wilderness. A few days ago I found myself in Dunnes stores staring forlornly at a packet of finish dishwasher tablets I couldn't afford. Bad. But not as bad as the last January payday crisis. At one point, I resorted to eating alternate gobbets of peanut butter and wholegrain mustard from a spoon because the last tuc cracker fell into the sink.


Yum, dinner.

Even though half of my paycheck is rapidly being hoovered into various debts and cards like drugs going into britney spears, I should still have enough to enjoy at least one or two good nights out this month. I'm now considering Explosions in the Sky tomorrow night. Anybody know what they are like live? Will it be all slow and stately and unfurling, or will they actually rock out a bit? Wouldn't mind a bit of an old rock out.

Today's MP3 is cribbed from a new EP brought out by The Field, who is one of my favourite artists at the moment. Its tied together by a fairly pretentious concept more suited to a pomp rock album by muse or somesuch than to a minimal techno artist. Each track on the EP is supposedly inspired by a different time of a certain day Willner spent in a hotel made out of ice. Yikes, what next? Live from Pompeii, The Field brings you a 12 song suite based on popular symbols from the Kabbalah and Zodiac? Hope not. Anyway, the songs on the EP are all about 15 minutes in length, which just about pushes the repetitive formula perfected on 'from here we go sublime' to that precarious point where hypnotic revelations meet ferocious irritations. However, the 'morning' track really works, and it works beautifully, continually switching gears between cyclical chopped samples. The listener is led on a mock journey that for all its twists and tricks, begins and ends in the same wintery place. Sorry that the MP3 is only itunes compatible. The EP was released exclusively on itunes. And I hate its cover, it looks like it was cut out of an annoying interior designs page from a poncey sunday style supplement. So I'm replacing it with the arctic caribou inn. This place looks like it belongs on the set of twin peaks. I'm guessing that its sole clientele are wet and bearded men from the crab ships, who dine out on a buffet of black coffee and raw reindeer.


MP3: The Field-Morning