Katsura Mouri & Tim Olive ~ Various Histories
“Turntables and metals” is a unique descriptor. The turntables are the domain of Katsura Mouri,…
oh jesus english speaking people call “z” “zed” what the heck
Queen’s English speaking people maybe
Canadians do as well. And Aussies and Kiwis too. Basically, as with most things, it’s just Americans who are different.
Brundlefly & the Swede ~ Cabin Music
Long before post-rock meant vaguely emotive song titles and soaring, tremolo-picked crescendos,…
Luca Longobardi ~ P.eople.
One says, “Hey, you got your drone in my classical music!” The other responds, “You got your…
Does anyone bathe in a mighty little time? Don’t say that he does it ill, but in a mighty little time. Does anyone drink a great quantity of wine? Don’t say that he does ill, but that he drinks a great quantity. For, unless you perfectly understand the principle from which anyone acts, how should you know if he acts ill? Thus you will not run the hazard of assenting to any appearances but such as you fully comprehend.
Our notion of what constitutes “white” and what constitutes “black” is a product of social context. It is utterly impossible to look at the delineation of a “Southern race” and not see the Civil War, the creation of an “Irish race” and not think of Cromwell’s ethnic cleansing, the creation of a “Jewish race” and not see anti-Semitism. There is no fixed sense of “whiteness” or “blackness,” not even today. It is quite common for whites to point out that Barack Obama isn’t really “black” but “half-white.” One wonders if they would say this if Barack Obama were a notorious drug-lord.
Ta-Nehisi Coates at The Atlantic. What We Mean When We Say ‘Race Is a Social Construct’
In a world where Kevin Garnett, Harold Ford, and Halle Berry all check “black” on the census, even the argument that racial labels refer to natural differences in physical traits doesn’t hold up.
Various Artists ~ Aquarius
10 countries, 17 artists, 15 exclusive tracks: Aquarius is a fine representation of the current…
Rhian Sheehan ~ Stories from Elsewhere
A swelling synth and plaintive piano offer the barest whisper of a greeting, and cast a malaise…