today demanded that i open the windows, let the cat dabble in the spring air, and put on some red transparent double album indie goodness, aka three mile pilot. as paul j gets further in to his hoaky funeral march, it's good to revisit the slightly less-pretentious bombast of the early '90s. actually, was reviewing the "in the fishtank" CD, and had both Black Heart and Three Mile on at the same time, a more coherent mash of chords than Zaireeka, at least.
also, been grooving to the mahi mahi CD, which is the kind of out, post-industrial provi black humor drums and keys thing i've been writing about. like the bolt or early-dice, more fun live but still great in a way that makes ya wonder why Mute signs nerds like the Liars instead of Mahix2.
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