Thursday, September 10, 2009

were the room filled with smoke

Little Freddie King - You Don't Know What I Know (listen) Its the kind of music that seems to have a greater architecture than is implied by its humble patina. Its groove is not pared down and flinty but all-encompassing, the hammer of Thor swinging through the world at the end of the war god's chain destroying everything just as soon as its rebuilt, the dangle of a ceiling fan chain and ominous ellipse of the sword of Damocles alike, creating the ouroboros in the air - were the room filled with smoke, you could actually see the ring of the snake eating itself drawn in the air with each rotation, disappearing and then being redrawn until the power is cut.

Even the remixes are good.

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