James Vincent McMorrow - Cavalier
This song emerged a few weeks ago and even though it has been floating around for a while now, it still maintains its immediate appeal.
James Vincent McMorrow is an Irish songwriter who has more in common with Bon Iver than your regular humble, bearded songwriter.
That falsetto. Amazing, but also entirely his own style. His album Post Tropical is due out January 2014, but for now, we can be contended this blissful single.
Aphex Twin - Avril 14th
Literally meaning April 14th in French, this instrumental piano piece is stands in contrast to Richard D James' IDM, breakcore and fast paced electronic music.
The piece is simple and moving. James makes use of timing to emphasise the affect of the chords. The mood of the song alters in the middle and finishes at the emotional zenith.
Kanye West saw the beauty in the last few seconds of Avril 14th and sampled it on the track ‘Blame Game’, transforming the mood of the music in to a fully realised 7 minute break-up song.
Right-click here and select save for an mp3 of Avril 14th.
Carol Anne McGowan - When The Night Comes Falling
I came across this song after hearing a mix from Jon Hopkins and I was instantly amazed. The Irish musician’s ukelele has an etherial quality to it. This is the kind of song that is timeless and elegant.
As of yet, I don’t think her CDs are available in Australia, but thankfully we can still listen to Carol Anne McGowan's music thanks to the interwebz. Enjoy.
The Guggenheim Grotto
The Guggenheim Grotto - Philosophia
Anyone who has ever dabbled in philosophy will understand the uncertainty involved in deliberating the nature of everything. In other words, sometimes you just want answers dammit! This Irish folk duo knows what I’m talking about and sum up the process of lamenting nicely in less than 3 minutes. Efficient thinking in my books.
Some lyrics for your pondering.
When we’re young we set our hearts upon some beautiful idea
Maybe something from a holy book or French philosophia
Upon the thoughts of better men than us we swear by and decree a
Perfect way to end the war of ways the only way to be a…
Work of art, oh to be a work of art
But in time a thought comes tugging on the sleeve edge of our minds
Perhaps no perfect way exists at all, just many different kinds
Oh but if it’s just a thing of taste then everything unwinds
For without an absolute how can the absolute define…
A work of art, oh to be a work of art.