So, it turns out I’m the kind of guy who stops in a layby on the dual carriageway to take pictures of a rainbow. I tell myself it’s the most vivid rainbow I have ever seen. I am quite taken by it. I feel like it is emanating from me, like I am the beating heart of rainbow land.
Sometimes, I think, it seems that everything is inevitable, that everything that is happening was always going to happen, so there’s no point trying to influence the course of events. It’s better just to be swept along by it all and look about you as much as you can whilst.
One thing I’ve learned from my kids is that nothing has to be perfect.
I’ve not really connected with any new music over the last few years like I have with the sounds coming out of Gothenburg recently, and watching LOOPSEL create her spidery webs of sound it’s clear to see why: it’s otherworldly, dark, dreamy and downbeat, which is what I think I’m just like. At times her music reminds me of undergrowth. On top of Engström’s soundscapes another woman tells stories in Swedish and English that are impossible to follow but still sound nice. In a slightly sinister way, of course.
There’s a moment before JJULIUS take the stage where it seems that Julius Pierstorff has gone missing. There are whispered conversations, shrugged shoulders and phone calls that go unanswered, before he finally appears, tall, dressed in a cheap-looking suit, overcoat and hairstyle, bristling with nervous energy. There were supposed to be four of them, he explains, but the lead guitarist broke his wrist so they’re muddling through and it will just be a little more awkward than usual. It’s a kind of fidgety, uptight sound with moments of rainy melancholy. Their party song is called “Grief in Gothenburg”, or Sorg I Göteborg to give it its proper title. It’s gloomy as fuck, just the way I like it.
Gloomy
IRONIC HILL WAS HERE
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