Just a few weeks back, this here blog encouraged y’all to lobby for a vinyl release of Klimek’s excellent 2009 album Movies is Magic. Well brothers and sisters, your prayers have been answered: Anticipate records recently announced the release of an extended vinyl version of the album, which even adds vocals to some of the tracks! And guess what? You can already buy it from Forced Exposure.
There’s a new Oval record coming out!!! Actually, more than one: an EP, followed by a double CD set. Yep, Markus “King of Glitch” Popp is back and – if Thrill Jockey’s blurb for the Oh EP is anything to go by – he’s as wilfully eccentric as ever. Long may he wibble!
The Five EPs by Disco Inferno is finally getting an official release!!! DI fans will know that this collection (formerly a widely-circulated bootleg) compiling the legendary UK post-rock group’s best work has been in the pipeline for a long while. This time, though, it looks like it’s actually going to happen.
Joanna Newsom is coming to Vancouver!!! See, told you that picture wasn’t entirely gratuitous. The show’s at the Vogue Theatre on August 5th. Oh and it turns out that Have One on Me gets better with every listen and might just contain the best song she’s ever written…
Joanna Newsom – “Does Not Suffice”
I will pack up my pretty dresses.
I will box up my high-heeled shoes.
A sparkling ring, for every finger,
I’ll put away, and hide from view.
Coats of boucle, jacquard and cashmere;
cartouche and tweed, all silver shot–
and everything that could remind you
of how easy I was not.
I’ll tuck away my gilded buttons;
I’ll bind my silks in shapeless bales;
I’ll wrap it all on up, in reams of tissue,
and then I’ll kiss you, sweet, farewell.
You saw me rise to our occasion,
and so deny the evidence.
You caused me to burn, and twist, and grimace against you,
like something caught on a barbed-wire fence.
Now, you can see me fall back here, redoubled,
full bewildered and amazed.
I have gotten into some terrible trouble,
beneath your blank and rinsing gaze.
It does not suffice for you to say I am a sweet girl,
or to say you hate to see me sad because of you.
It does not suffice to merely lie beside each other,
as those who love each other do.
I picture you, rising up in the morning:
stretching out on your boundless bed,
beating a clear path to the shower,
scouring yourself red.
The tap of hangers swaying in the closet–
unburdened hooks and empty drawers–
and everywhere I tried to love you
is yours again, and only yours.