Having passed my viva, I'm now doctor gardenhead (PhD). The raggle-haired gent in the picture above is a representation of me claiming my PhD from the wraiths and spectres that can claw at a fellow doing academic research. Big up to my friend, the legendary Belgian expressionist (not to mention fellow fan of ghouls), James Ensor for the commission. Anyway, you guys, just call me gardenhead. I'm saving the Dr. for use on my ESB bills, bank statements, and other such strew-casually-around-the-place-able shit. If the title becomes any more use to me, I'll let you know. I'm currently trying out for post docs, but there isn't much work, expert or otherwise, in the field of biodegradable mounds of food-waste these days.
In further self-aggrandising news the 'heap got selected by the Irish Indo as a notable music blog and the only reason nialler9 is not on that list is 'cos he wrote it.
In garden news, I am pleased to report that our unusual winter visitor (in Kells at least), the Black Cap, has found a lil mate and they seem to be nesting. He's a sturdy little guy who hogs the feeder, but 'cos there's only the one of him and he's got such comical attitood, we love him for it. Best of luck to him, his mate, and their prospective hatchlings.
funkiest little garden dood with 'tood of the year award goes to...it's only the fuckin' blackcap!
New music time. Burnt Sienna, below, is something special from the forthcoming debut album by London duo Walls who recently signed to Kompakt. Their signing continues the label's tradition of maintaining a beady eye on the odd experimental thing that doesn't quite fit with the techno template but which keeps Kompakt, and particularly its pop ambient offshoot, feeling fresh. The full album (self-titled) is a great all-round trip, confidentially running through bases marked kraut, drone, and electro - but as for this track? This is their home-run. It's FUCKING MASSIVE. It's a rolling bank of sea fog that's miles deep and locked down on a magisterial groove; and that's not to mention the hardcore emotional tug, which tangentially evokes all sorts of ruinous heartbreak and shit. Epic. Emo-noise. This year's Mogwai Fear Satan or Sweet Love For Planet Earth.
MP3: Walls-Burnt Sienna