Still wearing its blues-rock clothes, but Kevin Coyne’s singular vision is already impossible to mistake. You can already hear him wriggling out of the box.
Proof that David Axelrod could turn absolutely anything into deep, cinematic soul. Even Handel.
I’m always happy to find Miles on Blue Note. He was already finding space where nobody else looked. A young man’s record.
A funk record built like a siege. Nobody understood endurance better than Fela. Every repetition narrows the escape rout
Swamp soul with a jazz musician’s patience. The title is the only thing here that overplays its hand. The real ceremony is in the rhythm section.
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Ben Cornish@pasty90.bsky.social · 3w agoSomewhere between Tim Hardin’s introspection and the Left Banke’s baroque melancholy. The covers nod to convention; the originals quietly ignore it.
Somewhere between Tim Hardin’s introspection and the Left Banke’s baroque melancholy. The covers nod to convention; the originals quietly ignore it.
Country, gospel and hard bop sharing the same front porch. Pearson never plays up the novelty. The seams never show.
The dancefloor is only half the story. Underneath the immaculate songwriting there is flex. No chasing. The groove’s already his.
Karen Dalton’s ache, Evie Sands’ soul. Karen Beth—less haunted than one, less forceful than the other. Earthy, melodic and quietly devotional.
Neymar showing up here is like Syd Barrett walking into the studio during the Shine On You Crazy Diamond sessions.
Somewhere between Bitches Brew and the California coast, but with far more light getting in. Latin pulse and spiritual jazz drift in and out of focus. Too warm for the purists, too loose for the virtuosos.
Horace Andy becomes another texture in the landscape, shaped in the echo chambers of King Tubby’s studio. The hand-pulled silk-screen sleeve—limited to around 300 copies—is almost as remarkable as the record.
The hits largely belonged to someone else. The voices, arrangements and sheer joy belong entirely to The Monitors A reminder that Motown’s second string was better than most people’s first.
The greatest British sitcom never made it to television. A celebration of a country’s fading certainties and a critique of the myths built around them. Ray Davies keeps the sentiment honest by never entirely trusting it.
Forty tracks. Forty years. One song per year. Episode 5 of 40 Years of Schoolin’ moves from 1950 to 1989 as usual. A drum lesson. An Argentinian guitarist. A French chanteuse. A jug band captured at home. Arthur Russell taking disco apart. A self-released Quebec cassette.
I just hit 500 albums ranked. Still have 3000 albums released that year to get through to get a top 1000 though.
Ben Cornish@pasty90.bsky.social · 4mo agoAnd of course while spinning this I want to piece together my 300 albums of the year 1970. This would sit very high.
This is like watching the technically brilliant but dull and ineffective Spain team circ 2018. Side to side, faint to shoot-check, no actual striker
From cool jazz modernism to deep avant-soul to a late-period Stones cameo that steals the entire atmosphere of the song. Sonny Rollins could sound precise, searching, warm or completely untethered — sometimes within the same solo.
This Santa Maria 1st pressing sounds huge. Underneath the chaos and guitar smear there’s still deep soul music happening — bruised, cosmic and oddly tender.
Critics called it a misfire. They were probably right. But there’s something compelling about hearing Motown lose its balance in real time. A beautiful, expensive confusion of soul, psychedelia and executive panic.
Sweet 1st press pick-up in Copenhagen. Cadet-era soul at its richest and most emotionally exact. Half the singers of the next decade are hiding somewhere inside this record.
Halfway between the pub and the picket line. The voice stays steady while the landscape industrialises around it. One of those records that sounds older and more modern every year.
Rice performing the Heimlich Maneuver to keep Mavropanos alive while the ball was mid flight. Gentlemen.
Absolutely fucking dreadful decision. Football is over. RIP #WHUvARS