🎶 Listening to Stumpwork by Dry Cleaning.

I didn’t really know I needed someone sardonically reading out what appears to be their unfiltered thoughtstream deadpan over a background of various guitar-and-rhythm styles in my life but it turns out I do.

It’s oddly soothing. I guess knowing that other people have the same incessant, random, sort of dull monologue in their heads as they go about their day is reassuring. Kudos to these folks for making it into a real art form.

Everyone calls it post-punk, which I’m not sure I fully know what means yet, but it’s very good whatever it is. Think unrefined poetry being read out by someone who doesn’t really care about it, but again, good.

Their first album, New Long Leg, also recommended, brought to my mind the idea of someone reading out their Facebook timeline, unfiltered, end-to-end, at times. This one feels more about over-sharing the constant array of often meaningless things that pop into one’s mind in between a bit of tedious small-talk with neighbours. But again, in a very good way.