Charles Connolly

  • ๐—–๐—ผ๐—ป๐—ป๐—ผ๐—น๐—น๐˜†โ€™๐˜€ ๐—–๐—ผ๐—ฟ๐—ป๐—ฒ๐—ฟ – this week: Reticent – bigbaldbenmusic, Logan, Wayward Kicks

    ๐—–๐—ผ๐—ป๐—ป๐—ผ๐—น๐—น๐˜†โ€™๐˜€ ๐—–๐—ผ๐—ฟ๐—ป๐—ฒ๐—ฟ – this week: Reticent – bigbaldbenmusic, Logan, Wayward Kicks

    Welcome all to ๐—–๐—ผ๐—ป๐—ป๐—ผ๐—น๐—น๐˜†โ€™๐˜€ ๐—–๐—ผ๐—ฟ๐—ป๐—ฒ๐—ฟ, a series of weekly reviews by Charles Connolly – an artist in his own right. Here, Charles delves into the greatest brand new singles brought to you by the best unsigned artists on our electrifying and eclectic set of ๐™‰๐™š๐™ฌ ๐˜ผ๐™ง๐™ฉ๐™ž๐™จ๐™ฉ ๐™Ž๐™ฅ๐™ค๐™ฉ๐™ก๐™ž๐™œ๐™๐™ฉ playlists.


    ๐™๐™š๐™ฉ๐™ž๐™˜๐™š๐™ฃ๐™ฉ – ๐™—๐™ž๐™œ๐™—๐™–๐™ก๐™™๐™—๐™š๐™ฃ, ๐™‡๐™ค๐™œ๐™–๐™ฃ, ๐™’๐™–๐™ฎ๐™ฌ๐™–๐™ง๐™™ ๐™†๐™ž๐™˜๐™ ๐™จ


    Charles holds backโ€ฆ


    I should probably keep this brief. I probably wonโ€™t, but I probably should. The world is a loud place these days. In the words of Harry Nilsson, โ€œEverybodyโ€™s Talkin’โ€. All the time. People have learnt to speak their mind. All the bloody time. Sometimes this is wise, sometimes very much not. And rarely ever are they asked to be so forthcoming with their thoughts, views and ponderings. But sometimes we do genuinely ask people to open up. In the words of Coldplay, โ€œLetโ€™s talkโ€. In the words of C. Duncan, โ€œTalk Talk Talkโ€. They might, they might not. All depends, really. On whether they trust you, and whether they actually want to talk. But as I said, modern people are wired a different way. Wired to speak their mind. To open up and say whatโ€™s really on their mind. As if we are all dying to know. Typically though, the talkative types tend to have the least to say, while the quieter ones are usually far more interesting. Which I suppose must make me dull as dishwater. I think I am probably known for saying rather a lot. For opening up and being truthful. But while I donโ€™t ever lie, it might not have occurred to you that I donโ€™t (and wonโ€™t) speak about EVERYthing. Some things are best kept to oneself. I would give you an example, but of course that would rather oppose my point.


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  • ๐—–๐—ผ๐—ป๐—ป๐—ผ๐—น๐—น๐˜†โ€™๐˜€ ๐—–๐—ผ๐—ฟ๐—ป๐—ฒ๐—ฟ – this week: Really Donโ€™t Care – The Blimp

    ๐—–๐—ผ๐—ป๐—ป๐—ผ๐—น๐—น๐˜†โ€™๐˜€ ๐—–๐—ผ๐—ฟ๐—ป๐—ฒ๐—ฟ – this week: Really Donโ€™t Care – The Blimp

    Welcome all to ๐—–๐—ผ๐—ป๐—ป๐—ผ๐—น๐—น๐˜†โ€™๐˜€ ๐—–๐—ผ๐—ฟ๐—ป๐—ฒ๐—ฟ, a series of weekly reviews by Charles Connolly – an artist in his own right. Here, Charles delves into the greatest brand new singles brought to you by the best unsigned artists on our electrifying and eclectic set of ๐™‰๐™š๐™ฌ ๐˜ผ๐™ง๐™ฉ๐™ž๐™จ๐™ฉ ๐™Ž๐™ฅ๐™ค๐™ฉ๐™ก๐™ž๐™œ๐™๐™ฉ playlists.


    ๐™๐™š๐™–๐™ก๐™ก๐™ฎ ๐˜ฟ๐™ค๐™ฃโ€™๐™ฉ ๐˜พ๐™–๐™ง๐™š – ๐™๐™๐™š ๐˜ฝ๐™ก๐™ž๐™ข๐™ฅ


    Charles hunts for the missing infoโ€ฆ


    I am a thin man. I used to be slim, but now I am decidedly thin. To the point where I lack the strength to lift even so much as a pencil case. Okay, itโ€™s not quite that bad, but I am pretty bloody useless at the moment. My usual wandering mind wonders about whether there is any purpose in us measuring our BMI (body mass index), because a man of fat will probably weigh about the same as a man of muscleโ€ฆ I am neither. I wondered then if it might be mood based (!), but itโ€™s not. Obviously. I sit. All day long. Doing magical musical things. Which is nice, but I just sit. Hence why I am finally starting to do something about it. Starting to. Bit by bit, I will not sit, in order to be somewhat fit. Noyce. I have one concern though. Being fit means changing shape. So while in time I might be fit, my clothes might not fit. So I must make sure I donโ€™t become Schwarzenegger too soon. Admittedly, this is unlikely. But I donโ€™t want to have to get an entire new wardrobe. There is a limit to altering clothes. Although I must say, my alteration chap is rather fast, so if he were able to succeed, I donโ€™t think Iโ€™d have to wait too long. What I mean to say is, my tailorโ€™s swift.


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  • ๐—–๐—ผ๐—ป๐—ป๐—ผ๐—น๐—น๐˜†โ€™๐˜€ ๐—–๐—ผ๐—ฟ๐—ป๐—ฒ๐—ฟ – this week: Ready – Cerulean Chameleon, Summer Lee Carlson

    ๐—–๐—ผ๐—ป๐—ป๐—ผ๐—น๐—น๐˜†โ€™๐˜€ ๐—–๐—ผ๐—ฟ๐—ป๐—ฒ๐—ฟ – this week: Ready – Cerulean Chameleon, Summer Lee Carlson

    Welcome all to ๐—–๐—ผ๐—ป๐—ป๐—ผ๐—น๐—น๐˜†โ€™๐˜€ ๐—–๐—ผ๐—ฟ๐—ป๐—ฒ๐—ฟ, a series of weekly reviews by Charles Connolly – an artist in his own right. Here, Charles delves into the greatest brand new singles brought to you by the best unsigned artists on our electrifying and eclectic set of ๐™‰๐™š๐™ฌ ๐˜ผ๐™ง๐™ฉ๐™ž๐™จ๐™ฉ ๐™Ž๐™ฅ๐™ค๐™ฉ๐™ก๐™ž๐™œ๐™๐™ฉ playlists.


    ๐™๐™š๐™–๐™™๐™ฎ – ๐˜พ๐™š๐™ง๐™ช๐™ก๐™š๐™–๐™ฃ ๐˜พ๐™๐™–๐™ข๐™š๐™ก๐™š๐™ค๐™ฃ, ๐™Ž๐™ช๐™ข๐™ข๐™š๐™ง ๐™‡๐™š๐™š ๐˜พ๐™–๐™ง๐™ก๐™จ๐™ค๐™ฃ


    Charles is mad for itโ€ฆ


    What’s been the biggest news in Britain in the last week? Ukraine trucking on like troopers? Hamas doing what terrorists do best? Perhaps it’s the ever-growing bullet-pointed list of national destruction updated daily by Keir Starmer? Maybe the Paralympics…? No no; unlike the Olympics, the Paralympics rarely gets any news coverage. Well, it must be that Germany is – as the news outlets are less than subtly attempting to lead us to believe – about to “go all Nazi on yo ass”…! How about Trump, Harris, Harris, Trump, Trump, Harris? Mm. Meh. Nope. It wasn’t any of these. I’ll give you a clue. It was music related. “Oh no, has some mega rock legend died, and I didn’t know about it??” – nope, no one major has died. “Oh phew. Oh, you don’t mean…” – I do. While this has been world news (amazingly), Britain has seemingly had a delirious little fling with the relatively recent past. If you had read the English Press this past week, you might be forgiven for thinking that each and every one of the 68 million people in Britain was foaming at the mouth with the news of Oasis reuniting for a few gigs. This comes after many quotes from Noel Gallagher in recent years, stating he would never EVER get back with his brother and the band. The news also comes the very year after his ยฃ20 million divorce… Hmmm… Not suspicious at all. How is he possibly expected to survive on the remnants of his meagre fortune (apparently a mere ยฃ30 million left)…? Well, to Liam’s delight, Noel caved and reluctantly chose to accept the idea of Oasis making a purported total of around ยฃ50 million from these 2025 shows. We can’t have poor little Noel barefoot in the street, busking in Leicester Square. I’m not sure anyone would notice him: thereโ€™s always someone there playing Wonderwall.


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  • ๐—–๐—ผ๐—ป๐—ป๐—ผ๐—น๐—น๐˜†โ€™๐˜€ ๐—–๐—ผ๐—ฟ๐—ป๐—ฒ๐—ฟ – this week: Reach – Gefahrgeist

    ๐—–๐—ผ๐—ป๐—ป๐—ผ๐—น๐—น๐˜†โ€™๐˜€ ๐—–๐—ผ๐—ฟ๐—ป๐—ฒ๐—ฟ – this week: Reach – Gefahrgeist

    Welcome all to ๐—–๐—ผ๐—ป๐—ป๐—ผ๐—น๐—น๐˜†โ€™๐˜€ ๐—–๐—ผ๐—ฟ๐—ป๐—ฒ๐—ฟ, a series of weekly reviews by Charles Connolly – an artist in his own right. Here, Charles delves into the greatest brand new singles brought to you by the best unsigned artists on our electrifying and eclectic set of ๐™‰๐™š๐™ฌ ๐˜ผ๐™ง๐™ฉ๐™ž๐™จ๐™ฉ ๐™Ž๐™ฅ๐™ค๐™ฉ๐™ก๐™ž๐™œ๐™๐™ฉ playlists.


    ๐™๐™š๐™–๐™˜๐™ – ๐™‚๐™š๐™›๐™–๐™๐™ง๐™œ๐™š๐™ž๐™จ๐™ฉ


    Charles goes to churchโ€ฆ


    For someone so irreligious as I, God and his troves do make quite a number of appearances in my articles. Please do not forsake me oh Lord, for not conforming to your scriptures, but I give thanks for leading me to my own weekly scriptures. Or some such rubbish. Letโ€™s face it, there is something very satisfying and wholesome about this way of speaking. A church remains largely unaltered by the modern world, with the exception of a card reader in place of a donation box. Even the almighty Lord himself is not impervious to contactless paymentโ€ฆ On/Off topic, when at the Roman Baths in Bath the other week, I did chuckle at the sign which read โ€œDo not throw coins into the water, please instead use the contactless donation device located to your rightโ€ – completely missing the point of throwing coins into fountains and the like. As if to say that places without such modern payment methods would have dedicated evening staff fishing the pennies out of the water, in order to pay for that leaky roof. It gives a different meaning to Sinatra singing about โ€œthree coins in the fountainโ€โ€ฆ I would imagine the same goes for the โ€œLove Locksโ€ on countless bridges and railings all over the world – they are simply donating padlocks to the nation. That must be the reason. Now if only they supplied the key as well, then weโ€™d all be secure. God almighty, I forgot what we were talking about! Oh yes: God Almighty. Aside from the beauty and romance of it all, even non-believers will turn to it for another reason. Desperation. When almost all hope is lost, one cries for help.


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  • ๐—–๐—ผ๐—ป๐—ป๐—ผ๐—น๐—น๐˜†โ€™๐˜€ ๐—–๐—ผ๐—ฟ๐—ป๐—ฒ๐—ฟ – this week: Range of Time – Echo Wilde

    ๐—–๐—ผ๐—ป๐—ป๐—ผ๐—น๐—น๐˜†โ€™๐˜€ ๐—–๐—ผ๐—ฟ๐—ป๐—ฒ๐—ฟ – this week: Range of Time – Echo Wilde

    Welcome all to ๐—–๐—ผ๐—ป๐—ป๐—ผ๐—น๐—น๐˜†โ€™๐˜€ ๐—–๐—ผ๐—ฟ๐—ป๐—ฒ๐—ฟ, a series of weekly reviews by Charles Connolly – an artist in his own right. Here, Charles delves into the greatest brand new singles brought to you by the best unsigned artists on our electrifying and eclectic set of ๐™‰๐™š๐™ฌ ๐˜ผ๐™ง๐™ฉ๐™ž๐™จ๐™ฉ ๐™Ž๐™ฅ๐™ค๐™ฉ๐™ก๐™ž๐™œ๐™๐™ฉ playlists.


    ๐™๐™–๐™ฃ๐™œ๐™š ๐™ค๐™› ๐™๐™ž๐™ข๐™š – ๐™€๐™˜๐™๐™ค ๐™’๐™ž๐™ก๐™™๐™š


    Charles momentarily forgets the pastโ€ฆ


    With the passing of time, time passes. This is without exception and by definition what happens. There is no time when time stands still. โ€œNowโ€ is instantly โ€œthenโ€. The future becomes the present, and the present becomes the past. Which is why people get so excited about the lottery, yet couldnโ€™t give a damn about last weekโ€™s numbers. But with time comes change. Change in all ways, always. What was once so popular becomes so impossibly unfashionable. A young green fragile stem with but one leaf, becomes a great, grand awe-inspiring oak, towering above almost everything, given time. But given more time, its life is forced to a close, and it becomes, say, a table. Time is everything here. Without time, life is a photograph. Without time, there would be no war, no destruction, no death and no rush. But then again, without time, there would be no peace, no conservation, no life and no rush.


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  • ๐—–๐—ผ๐—ป๐—ป๐—ผ๐—น๐—น๐˜†โ€™๐˜€ ๐—–๐—ผ๐—ฟ๐—ป๐—ฒ๐—ฟ – this week: Rainy Days – Blue Royals

    ๐—–๐—ผ๐—ป๐—ป๐—ผ๐—น๐—น๐˜†โ€™๐˜€ ๐—–๐—ผ๐—ฟ๐—ป๐—ฒ๐—ฟ – this week: Rainy Days – Blue Royals

    Welcome all to ๐—–๐—ผ๐—ป๐—ป๐—ผ๐—น๐—น๐˜†โ€™๐˜€ ๐—–๐—ผ๐—ฟ๐—ป๐—ฒ๐—ฟ, a series of weekly reviews by Charles Connolly – an artist in his own right. Here, Charles delves into the greatest brand new singles brought to you by the best unsigned artists on our electrifying and eclectic set of ๐™‰๐™š๐™ฌ ๐˜ผ๐™ง๐™ฉ๐™ž๐™จ๐™ฉ ๐™Ž๐™ฅ๐™ค๐™ฉ๐™ก๐™ž๐™œ๐™๐™ฉ playlists.


    ๐™๐™–๐™ž๐™ฃ๐™ฎ ๐˜ฟ๐™–๐™ฎ๐™จ – ๐˜ฝ๐™ก๐™ช๐™š ๐™๐™ค๐™ฎ๐™–๐™ก๐™จ


    Charles adds a little seasoningโ€ฆ


    Think back not too long ago. That never-ending, heavy, lethargic summer. The relentless heat. The endless blue sky. The golden tan no longer a novelty; it’s a permanent ultraviolet stain. The trees all lush green with envy as they watch you sip your ice cold drink of choice. Youโ€™re slow. Youโ€™re tired. Youโ€™re raw. Youโ€™re just too exposed to the elements, and itโ€™s been too long. โ€œPray for rain!โ€, we all cry! Pray for rain. But the next day, not a drop. Nothing but blissful blue. Nothing but scorching sun. Nothing but pure โ€œparadiseโ€โ€ฆ There is no hideaway in which to hide away. You wear too much, you overheat. You wear too little, you burn. You crave the days of change. The days where sweat is a sign of hard work, not simply of being. You wish for the leaves to come down to earth in hues of orange, of yellow and of red. You wish for a cool breeze not articulated by a rotating blade. You wish for a cloud, if only to break the monotony of blue perfection. You wish, you wish, you wish. But in reality, you wait, you wait, you wait.


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  • ๐—–๐—ผ๐—ป๐—ป๐—ผ๐—น๐—น๐˜†โ€™๐˜€ ๐—–๐—ผ๐—ฟ๐—ป๐—ฒ๐—ฟ – this week: Rainbow – Map of Autumn

    ๐—–๐—ผ๐—ป๐—ป๐—ผ๐—น๐—น๐˜†โ€™๐˜€ ๐—–๐—ผ๐—ฟ๐—ป๐—ฒ๐—ฟ – this week: Rainbow – Map of Autumn

    Welcome all to ๐—–๐—ผ๐—ป๐—ป๐—ผ๐—น๐—น๐˜†โ€™๐˜€ ๐—–๐—ผ๐—ฟ๐—ป๐—ฒ๐—ฟ, a series of weekly reviews by Charles Connolly – an artist in his own right. Here, Charles delves into the greatest brand new singles brought to you by the best unsigned artists on our electrifying and eclectic set of ๐™‰๐™š๐™ฌ ๐˜ผ๐™ง๐™ฉ๐™ž๐™จ๐™ฉ ๐™Ž๐™ฅ๐™ค๐™ฉ๐™ก๐™ž๐™œ๐™๐™ฉ playlists.


    ๐™๐™–๐™ž๐™ฃ๐™—๐™ค๐™ฌ – ๐™ˆ๐™–๐™ฅ ๐™ค๐™› ๐˜ผ๐™ช๐™ฉ๐™ช๐™ข๐™ฃ


    Charles finds a treasure mapโ€ฆ


    It is the beginning of July. Do you know what this means? It means we are truly in the thick of Summer. Well, for those in the Northern Hemisphere, anyway. In Britain though, we have a different way of looking at it. Itโ€™s very much the thin of it. We tend to look at Summer like a dream. Like, โ€œone day Iโ€™ll be richโ€. Like this impossibility for which we are eternally hopeful. An impossibility that is not only possible but highly likely in other parts of the world. I donโ€™t mean a wealth of pennies. I mean a wealth of sunshine and of heat. In many parts of America, people right now are simply too dehydrated to bother with a rain dance. Besides, it would be a futile endeavour. The clouds are too busy migrating to Britain in small boats. Itโ€™s apparently where they belong. Italy though, as usual, has it just right: perfect clockwork weather. In Italy, Summer means Summer. In Britain, Summer is a bit like the Euros. We hope and hope some more. A few days of sunshine is like England winning the football on Sunday: enjoy it while it lasts. That could be it. We always hope weโ€™ll get a proper European Summer. We always hope to win a major football tournament. And although the outcome is rarely terrible, weโ€™re never left satisfied. This is the English way. Mustnโ€™t grumble, but must mutter under our breath. Last week was Summer. This week? Itโ€™s all right. The usual meh. But still, we keep on hoping, in search of this mythical utopian season. If only we had a map of Summer.


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  • ๐—–๐—ผ๐—ป๐—ป๐—ผ๐—น๐—น๐˜†โ€™๐˜€ ๐—–๐—ผ๐—ฟ๐—ป๐—ฒ๐—ฟ – this week: Pretty Please – CHVRLI BLVCK

    ๐—–๐—ผ๐—ป๐—ป๐—ผ๐—น๐—น๐˜†โ€™๐˜€ ๐—–๐—ผ๐—ฟ๐—ป๐—ฒ๐—ฟ – this week: Pretty Please – CHVRLI BLVCK

    Welcome all to ๐—–๐—ผ๐—ป๐—ป๐—ผ๐—น๐—น๐˜†โ€™๐˜€ ๐—–๐—ผ๐—ฟ๐—ป๐—ฒ๐—ฟ, a series of weekly reviews by Charles Connolly – an artist in his own right. Here, Charles delves into the greatest brand new singles brought to you by the best unsigned artists on our electrifying and eclectic set of ๐™‰๐™š๐™ฌ ๐˜ผ๐™ง๐™ฉ๐™ž๐™จ๐™ฉ ๐™Ž๐™ฅ๐™ค๐™ฉ๐™ก๐™ž๐™œ๐™๐™ฉ playlists.


    ๐™‹๐™ง๐™š๐™ฉ๐™ฉ๐™ฎ ๐™‹๐™ก๐™š๐™–๐™จ๐™š – ๐˜พ๐™ƒ๐™‘๐™๐™‡๐™„ ๐˜ฝ๐™‡๐™‘๐˜พ๐™†


    Charles considers the โ€œHome Aloneโ€ effectโ€ฆ


    It is coming to the end. I know this is infamously the bleak midwinter, but thatโ€™s not quite what I meant. What I meant was, the year is fast coming to a close. It is a time for collecting oneโ€™s thoughts. Yes, all of them. Thatโ€™s a lot of thoughts. Let’s face it, we all started the year with plans. But did we all fulfil said plans? This time last year, I said I would release far more music. How many releases did I manage? Three. Three measly tunes in an entire year. And one of those I didnโ€™t even write! Useless. So that plan fell flat on its face. Maybe next year. Next! I planned to go to Italy in the Summer. Did I succeed in doing so? Did I, heck. Maybe next year. Next! Howโ€™s about the hair? I said I would try my hardest to grow more hair on my head. No matter how much I held my breath and screwed up my face like a child whoโ€™s just swallowed a teaspoon of vinegar, it just wouldnโ€™t grow. Ah well. We can but try. Next! What about the career? The mixing and producing? Well, I think Iโ€™ve succeeded there. In that respect, things are starting to take shape and come to fruition. Well at least thatโ€™s one thing. So Iโ€™m not a COMPLETE and utter failure. Okay, well I think thatโ€™s my thoughts collected – most of them have been collected already in my yearโ€™s worth of Connollyโ€™s Corner articles (Iโ€™m not really calling them โ€œreviewsโ€ anymore – despite each reviewing a song). So now that my thoughts are neatly filed away, alphabetically, chronologically and by mood, what is there to do? Well if thereโ€™s anything you really wanted to do in 2022, nowโ€™s your last chance. You have but a few days. I would suggest not choosing anything too daring, dramatic or adventurous, or you simply wonโ€™t have time. Also, sod that for a game of soldiers.


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  • ๐—–๐—ผ๐—ป๐—ป๐—ผ๐—น๐—น๐˜†โ€™๐˜€ ๐—–๐—ผ๐—ฟ๐—ป๐—ฒ๐—ฟ – this week: Not Juliet – Heather Lee

    ๐—–๐—ผ๐—ป๐—ป๐—ผ๐—น๐—น๐˜†โ€™๐˜€ ๐—–๐—ผ๐—ฟ๐—ป๐—ฒ๐—ฟ – this week: Not Juliet – Heather Lee

    Welcome all to ๐—–๐—ผ๐—ป๐—ป๐—ผ๐—น๐—น๐˜†โ€™๐˜€ ๐—–๐—ผ๐—ฟ๐—ป๐—ฒ๐—ฟ, a series of weekly reviews by Charles Connolly – an artist in his own right. Here, Charles delves into the greatest brand new singles brought to you by the best unsigned artists on our electrifying and eclectic set of ๐™‰๐™š๐™ฌ ๐˜ผ๐™ง๐™ฉ๐™ž๐™จ๐™ฉ ๐™Ž๐™ฅ๐™ค๐™ฉ๐™ก๐™ž๐™œ๐™๐™ฉ playlists.


    ๐™‰๐™ค๐™ฉ ๐™…๐™ช๐™ก๐™ž๐™š๐™ฉ – ๐™ƒ๐™š๐™–๐™ฉ๐™๐™š๐™ง ๐™‡๐™š๐™š


    Charles doth oft prove a prophetโ€ฆ


    โ€œTo be, or not to be, that is the questionโ€. Or rather, that is A question. A question into which I will briefly delve later on. To the world, William Shakespeare was a bard. To the English, he is The Bard. That is actually how we refer to him – should we refer to him at all (young Shakespeare is less in the modern narrative than when EYE was young). I know โ€˜Englishโ€™ is a dirty word these days, but so far Shakespeare has been left unscathed by the modern obsession of screwing up the only good we have left from the past. He has not yet to have been found a slave driver, nor a hater of any race or gender. And nor was he a snob or a tycoon. Sure, he was apparently vain and pennily comfortable, but that is RIGHT! We are still allowed to mention him, talk about him, discuss and debate his work, without some whistleblower storming through the window with a tin of paint and a sign to spoil all the innocent fun and joy he has brought us all for just SO long. Now, I know what youโ€™re thinking. Youโ€™re reacting much as I would if I were to be accosted and threatened by a tribesman: โ€œDonโ€™t shake spear at me!โ€ – well, tough. I am going to shake that spear whether you like it or not. Because, as long ago as his writing was, his greatest and most famous moments of inspiration are as potent as ever.


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  • ๐—–๐—ผ๐—ป๐—ป๐—ผ๐—น๐—น๐˜†โ€™๐˜€ ๐—–๐—ผ๐—ฟ๐—ป๐—ฒ๐—ฟ – this week: Nothing To See Here – Unobliterated

    ๐—–๐—ผ๐—ป๐—ป๐—ผ๐—น๐—น๐˜†โ€™๐˜€ ๐—–๐—ผ๐—ฟ๐—ป๐—ฒ๐—ฟ – this week: Nothing To See Here – Unobliterated

    Welcome all to ๐—–๐—ผ๐—ป๐—ป๐—ผ๐—น๐—น๐˜†โ€™๐˜€ ๐—–๐—ผ๐—ฟ๐—ป๐—ฒ๐—ฟ, a series of weekly reviews by Charles Connolly – an artist in his own right. Here, Charles delves into the greatest brand new singles brought to you by the best unsigned artists on our electrifying and eclectic set of ๐™‰๐™š๐™ฌ ๐˜ผ๐™ง๐™ฉ๐™ž๐™จ๐™ฉ ๐™Ž๐™ฅ๐™ค๐™ฉ๐™ก๐™ž๐™œ๐™๐™ฉ playlists.


    ๐™‰๐™ค๐™ฉ๐™๐™ž๐™ฃ๐™œ ๐™๐™ค ๐™Ž๐™š๐™š ๐™ƒ๐™š๐™ง๐™š – ๐™๐™ฃ๐™ค๐™—๐™ก๐™ž๐™ฉ๐™š๐™ง๐™–๐™ฉ๐™š๐™™


    Charles winces and wondersโ€ฆ


    Itโ€™s a funny oleโ€™ world, innit. So much is going on, all the time, everywhere. Some good; mostly not. Yet weโ€™re rarely aware of any of it. Sometimes itโ€™s due to our own ignorance, but usually itโ€™s because weโ€™re kept in the dark. Why is it when someone says โ€œnothing to see hereโ€, there is always something to see thereโ€ฆ? Most people take what theyโ€™re given. Most people donโ€™t question. With eyes wide open, most people only see. They do not observe and they do not perceive. They do not think. If they argue, itโ€™s because others are arguing. A sheep will stand not comfortably but not uncomfortably. It will simply stand there. It will only bolt if other sheep are moving at speedโ€ฆ So, why? Why do we react so automatically? Is it ease? Is it laziness? Is it trust? Or is it none of theseโ€ฆ? Are we actually all thinking the same โ€œthat canโ€™t be rightโ€, but are too afraid to open our mouths? Are we perhaps simply scared of querying? Nervous of the potentially worse response? Maybe we just donโ€™t WANT to know. Maybe the whole โ€œignorance is blissโ€ thing is safer in our minds. Calmer. Weโ€™re all in this together anyway, so maybe if thereโ€™s something bad, itโ€™s bad for everyone so I wonโ€™t be aloneโ€ฆ? That seems a rather strange frame of mind to me. Surely it should be more like the words of The Animals: โ€œWe Gotta Get Out Of This Placeโ€, rather than to all go down togetherโ€ฆ


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