Connolly’s Corner

  • ๐—–๐—ผ๐—ป๐—ป๐—ผ๐—น๐—น๐˜†โ€™๐˜€ ๐—–๐—ผ๐—ฟ๐—ป๐—ฒ๐—ฟ – this week: In Your Power – Blue Scarr, Aimรฉe Britannia

    ๐—–๐—ผ๐—ป๐—ป๐—ผ๐—น๐—น๐˜†โ€™๐˜€ ๐—–๐—ผ๐—ฟ๐—ป๐—ฒ๐—ฟ – this week: In Your Power – Blue Scarr, Aimรฉe Britannia

    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™ฃ ๐™”๐™ค๐™ช๐™ง ๐™‹๐™ค๐™ฌ๐™š๐™ง – ๐˜ฝ๐™ก๐™ช๐™š ๐™Ž๐™˜๐™–๐™ง๐™ง, ๐˜ผ๐™ž๐™ข๐™šฬ๐™š ๐˜ฝ๐™ง๐™ž๐™ฉ๐™–๐™ฃ๐™ฃ๐™ž๐™–


    Charles listens wherever egosโ€ฆ


    Well, THAT was quite a week, wasnโ€™t it! Phew. That big little article I wrote about Fair Play for Independent Artists garnered rather a lot of attention. Ya see, these things take time to put together. That article was not just cobbled together in half an hour with masking tape temporarily stopping it from falling to bits. It took me hours. And days in the planning. I say planning: it was mildly swimming around my mind for a bit beforehand. I needed to gather together all the information that might have been necessary, and then I knew it had to have some sort of structure. So I proceeded to ignore most of that information and just go by what I knew. This was pure laziness, but I wanted this to feel real. To be from the heart; not just a list of statistics and a rant. Tone was vital. It was all rather daunting if Iโ€™m honest. Which I am. Honest, not daunting. I mean, yes, I am used to writing weekly articles. But this was different. I am naturally silly. I like doing the humour thing. With humour. I like to pull facial expressions with words. I like to be light but not pointless. No, I like to think there is weight in what I write, but not deep, dark, depressing weight. No, no. Like Queen. I try to write like the music of Queen. Proper and unexpected, but fun and poppy on the surface. Yeah, thatโ€™ll do. This article last week was to be something new. Something different. Something to really stretch me. Lord knows, I need a stretch. It got to the point where I was having dreams about it. Not very healthy, but there you go. This is because it was and is important.


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  • ๐—–๐—ผ๐—ป๐—ป๐—ผ๐—น๐—น๐˜†โ€™๐˜€ ๐—–๐—ผ๐—ฟ๐—ป๐—ฒ๐—ฟ – this week: I Guess I Donโ€™t Love You – Shayan Regan

    ๐—–๐—ผ๐—ป๐—ป๐—ผ๐—น๐—น๐˜†โ€™๐˜€ ๐—–๐—ผ๐—ฟ๐—ป๐—ฒ๐—ฟ – this week: I Guess I Donโ€™t Love You – Shayan Regan

    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™ช๐™š๐™จ๐™จ ๐™„ ๐˜ฟ๐™ค๐™ฃโ€™๐™ฉ ๐™‡๐™ค๐™ซ๐™š ๐™”๐™ค๐™ช – ๐™Ž๐™๐™–๐™ฎ๐™–๐™ฃ ๐™๐™š๐™œ๐™–๐™ฃ


    Captivated, Charles stops staring at the screen, looks up and discovers a true shining star – in his most in-depth review yet.


    The telephone. The humble ring-ring telephone. A simple, everyday tool we have used for many decades, well, every day. Of late, however, you might have noticed that they are somewhat different and more habitual these days than of those. In fact, rarely is the thing to leave oneโ€™s hands for more than a few moments, before being swiftly whipped up again. Or swiped to ground with the aim of a clumsy child – thank goodness for cases and carpets! What exactly are we staring at this entire time? What are we actually doing? Does that thumb of yours get tired? Do you ever wonder if in years to come, one thumb will be horrifically disfigured when compared to the other? Should we be frequently swapping hands to avoid this concern? Maybe using the little pinky from time to timeโ€ฆ? Phones have in many cases taken the place of a laptop. Hell, in a lot of cases they have taken the place of LIFE! They are capable of just about anything you can think of. We have come a long way from texting. Keyboards have disappeared entirely (R.I.P. Blackberry). The blower has moved on from being a handy tool to being a way of life. It is all about consumption. Not meaning the phone will give you tuberculosisโ€ฆ! It forgoes conversation and closeness and replaces with content. One can also take beautiful (or inane) photos and videos in breathtaking resolution. One can use A.I. to pretend one has a puppy – Iโ€™m not that lonely yet. One can beam oneโ€™s location to another on the other side of the world – should one wish to. Even 3D graphics can be cast and rendered on these tiny little devices. They are how most people watch and listen to anything and everything all over the world. Tens of millions of songs at your fingertips. Hundreds of billions of videos to go blind to. And then thereโ€™s gaming – God help us. One of the most handy things for me is the Voice Memos app – what with coming up with some sort of musical idea every few hoursโ€ฆ What is your most used app? What do you use your phone for the most? Iโ€™ll bet isnโ€™t making a phone callโ€ฆ Let me know in the comments below!


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  • ๐—–๐—ผ๐—ป๐—ป๐—ผ๐—น๐—น๐˜†โ€™๐˜€ ๐—–๐—ผ๐—ฟ๐—ป๐—ฒ๐—ฟ – this week: I Live for You (Strings Version) – Michael Jacob

    ๐—–๐—ผ๐—ป๐—ป๐—ผ๐—น๐—น๐˜†โ€™๐˜€ ๐—–๐—ผ๐—ฟ๐—ป๐—ฒ๐—ฟ – this week: I Live for You (Strings Version) – Michael Jacob

    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™ซ๐™š ๐™›๐™ค๐™ง ๐™”๐™ค๐™ช (๐™Ž๐™ฉ๐™ง๐™ž๐™ฃ๐™œ๐™จ ๐™‘๐™š๐™ง๐™จ๐™ž๐™ค๐™ฃ) – ๐™ˆ๐™ž๐™˜๐™๐™–๐™š๐™ก ๐™…๐™–๐™˜๐™ค๐™—


    Charles travels the world (musically speaking), and ends up back in Europe.


    I have seen very few places in the world. I have always wanted to go to America – New York, Arizona, Chicago – but have never quite managed it. I have never travelled to the opposite side of the world where the large island of Australia resides. I certainly have never immersed myself in deeply foreign cultures, found in places such as India or Africa. Through music however, I have been on a lifelong journey, giving me the feeling of having travelled the entire planet. Music gives me the thoughts, observations, dreams, imagination and cravings that I need to survive. Music has educated me to an extent and shown me the various cultures of the world. Black soul, blues and funk artists have allowed me aboard their ship on which to groove. Latin elements have made me understand the importance of rhythm, and given me the ability to not only count differently but almost think differently. Eastern music has brought me new sounds in instruments with which I had not previously been familiar, and has shown me there is far more to harmony than I had initially realised. My soul however seems to lie in Europe, with its many micro-cultures that exist clustered together in a relatively small chunk of the world. Eastern Europe has shown me its own take on classical and folk music. It fascinates and haunts me, yet I cannot help but smile in wonder. TRUE Europe though – โ€˜classicโ€™ Europe is what makes my heart sit in its right place. The amalgamation of just a few countriesโ€™ music is enough to make me spark. France, with its kookiness and pride. Germany, with its boldness and strength. Italy, with its fondness and warmth. And Spain, with its rhythm and fun.


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  • ๐—–๐—ผ๐—ป๐—ป๐—ผ๐—น๐—น๐˜†โ€™๐˜€ ๐—–๐—ผ๐—ฟ๐—ป๐—ฒ๐—ฟ – this week: Iโ€™ll Have the Same – Junior Bones

    ๐—–๐—ผ๐—ป๐—ป๐—ผ๐—น๐—น๐˜†โ€™๐˜€ ๐—–๐—ผ๐—ฟ๐—ป๐—ฒ๐—ฟ – this week: Iโ€™ll Have the Same – Junior Bones

    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™„โ€™๐™ก๐™ก ๐™ƒ๐™–๐™ซ๐™š ๐™ฉ๐™๐™š ๐™Ž๐™–๐™ข๐™š – ๐™…๐™ช๐™ฃ๐™ž๐™ค๐™ง ๐˜ฝ๐™ค๐™ฃ๐™š๐™จ


    Given the choice, Charles is unimaginativeโ€ฆ


    Choice is a wonderful thing. It is something with which we are all so familiar these days, to the extent that we might feel spoilt rotten. We have choice in everything. So many options. Say youโ€™re in a shop and you need to buy shampoo (or hair soap, if youโ€™re far too macho to use such a frilly word). When you eventually find the section for degreasing those soiled roots – that in itself is quite a task – you are confronted by banks and banks of ugly white plastic bottles (or black, for said macho types). Why is shampoo always hideously designed, and oh-so outdatedโ€ฆ? Good question. You look among the labels and start to read. Who said reading was a thing of the pastโ€ฆ? โ€œFor dry, dull hairโ€. โ€œFor fine, flat hairโ€. Youโ€™ve got to admire the alliteration here, but who wants dry, dull, fine or flat hair?? This confused me for years. I mean YEARS. Should I opt for the one that boasts 50% more volume? Or should I maybe opt for the one that boasts 50% more volume, with added keratin and argan oil. I am slightly concerned that this much volume might be just a tad too loud and may cause damage to my sensitive ears. Ah, here we are. โ€œFor sensitive skinโ€ – definitely not one for the machista. What would the girl at the checkout thinkโ€ฆ? If youโ€™re thinking about that, you ainโ€™t no macho man. So this one for my sensitive skin boasts what it DOESNโ€™T have. No parabens. No phosphates. No paraffins. Again, the marvellous use of alliteration, butโ€ฆ Headache pills? Toxic gas? Flammable liquid? There is evidently so much I donโ€™t know. So am I to assume that all the other shampoos contain these fearful ingredients?? Well if this simplistic hair soap is free from almost everything, it must at least be mighty cheap. But no. Itโ€™s the most expensive one! Quel surprise. 10 minutes have passed, and I am still staring at ugly bottlesโ€ฆ I think Iโ€™ll get it online, where everyone isnโ€™t staring at me.


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  • ๐—–๐—ผ๐—ป๐—ป๐—ผ๐—น๐—น๐˜†โ€™๐˜€ ๐—–๐—ผ๐—ฟ๐—ป๐—ฒ๐—ฟ – this week: Iโ€™ll Quit Everything – Modern Angel

    ๐—–๐—ผ๐—ป๐—ป๐—ผ๐—น๐—น๐˜†โ€™๐˜€ ๐—–๐—ผ๐—ฟ๐—ป๐—ฒ๐—ฟ – this week: Iโ€™ll Quit Everything – Modern Angel

    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™„โ€™๐™ก๐™ก ๐™Œ๐™ช๐™ž๐™ฉ ๐™€๐™ซ๐™š๐™ง๐™ฎ๐™ฉ๐™๐™ž๐™ฃ๐™œ – ๐™ˆ๐™ค๐™™๐™š๐™ง๐™ฃ ๐˜ผ๐™ฃ๐™œ๐™š๐™ก


    Charles packs it all in…


    Each week comes with private messages from artists wishing me to review their latest single. While some might think I find this annoying or tedious, I am actually flattered. It suggests that my Corner is somewhat of an aspiration. Something special for which to strive. Like a poor manโ€™s Mercury Music Prize, but weekly. Which makes the whole thing rather difficult. The more popular my Corner gets, the more pressure there is on choosing the โ€œrightโ€ artist and song. Back when I started, it was getting only a handful of views, then rather quickly it started taking off. Soon it was reaching something like 60-80 views. In recent months however, it is now being read by around 300 people per week. Which astounds me. Having said that, the New Artist Spotlight currently has close to 1,000 members, so therefore more than two thirds of them are not even glancing at it. Seems a shame perhaps, but I am certainly content with a few hundred views. My goal has always been to popularise a certain song by a certain artist. A song which I feel deserves that spotlight. This could be a relatively unknown artist whoโ€™s been with us a while, or it could be one of the notoriously talented top dogs of the community. Lately, however, I have been trying to review artists I have never reviewed before. Incredible talent that very few know about. Itโ€™s fair, and itโ€™s right. It can also help to coax a quieter artist out of its shell. But itโ€™s also a gamble. What I do is so much more than picking a decent song and briefly telling you itโ€™s good. It involves a lot of work, time, effort and thought – which in a way I hope does not come across when reading them – I like them to seem effortless and natural.


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  • ๐—–๐—ผ๐—ป๐—ป๐—ผ๐—น๐—น๐˜†โ€™๐˜€ ๐—–๐—ผ๐—ฟ๐—ป๐—ฒ๐—ฟ – this week: Iโ€™m a Heat Machine – Steve Okwor, Alissa Kay

    ๐—–๐—ผ๐—ป๐—ป๐—ผ๐—น๐—น๐˜†โ€™๐˜€ ๐—–๐—ผ๐—ฟ๐—ป๐—ฒ๐—ฟ – this week: Iโ€™m a Heat Machine – Steve Okwor, Alissa Kay

    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™„โ€™๐™ข ๐™– ๐™ƒ๐™š๐™–๐™ฉ ๐™ˆ๐™–๐™˜๐™๐™ž๐™ฃ๐™š – ๐™Ž๐™ฉ๐™š๐™ซ๐™š ๐™Š๐™ ๐™ฌ๐™ค๐™ง, ๐˜ผ๐™ก๐™ž๐™จ๐™จ๐™– ๐™†๐™–๐™ฎ


    Charles cooks up a hot messโ€ฆ


    This week, you are going to be in my shoes. You are going to be like me and think like me. You are going to realise the absurdity of what I do on a weekly basis. Pick a song and write about it. Sounds easy enough. But itโ€™s not. Not the way I do it. You all know my big little introsโ€ฆ Well, they all have to relate to the song or the artist, or the wherecumference of the artist. There has to be some sort of link between article and review. It has to be interesting or entertaining, or both. And I donโ€™t ever write an intro then try to find a song that suits the intro. It always has to be in order of importance: choose music first, write drivel after. So when I come up against a song with the title โ€œIโ€™m a Heat Machineโ€, I am plagued by thoughts and quandaries.


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  • ๐—–๐—ผ๐—ป๐—ป๐—ผ๐—น๐—น๐˜†โ€™๐˜€ ๐—–๐—ผ๐—ฟ๐—ป๐—ฒ๐—ฟ – this week: Iโ€™m Not Perfect – Sabrina Barreto

    ๐—–๐—ผ๐—ป๐—ป๐—ผ๐—น๐—น๐˜†โ€™๐˜€ ๐—–๐—ผ๐—ฟ๐—ป๐—ฒ๐—ฟ – this week: Iโ€™m Not Perfect – Sabrina Barreto

    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™„โ€™๐™ข ๐™‰๐™ค๐™ฉ ๐™‹๐™š๐™ง๐™›๐™š๐™˜๐™ฉ – ๐™Ž๐™–๐™—๐™ง๐™ž๐™ฃ๐™– ๐˜ฝ๐™–๐™ง๐™ง๐™š๐™ฉ๐™ค


    Charles aims for perfectionโ€ฆ

    Any anti-royalists may turn the page now – I donโ€™t want a whole hunk oโ€™ junk in the comments.


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  • ๐—–๐—ผ๐—ป๐—ป๐—ผ๐—น๐—น๐˜†โ€™๐˜€ ๐—–๐—ผ๐—ฟ๐—ป๐—ฒ๐—ฟ – this week: I Miss You – Ed Eagle

    ๐—–๐—ผ๐—ป๐—ป๐—ผ๐—น๐—น๐˜†โ€™๐˜€ ๐—–๐—ผ๐—ฟ๐—ป๐—ฒ๐—ฟ – this week: I Miss You – Ed Eagle

    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™ˆ๐™ž๐™จ๐™จ ๐™”๐™ค๐™ช – ๐™€๐™™ ๐™€๐™–๐™œ๐™ก๐™š


    Charles is Edโ€™s brother from another motherโ€ฆ

    We are all born much the same. A cute, squidgy blob that dribbles. As time goes by, some of us change little. But for most of us, we all end up different. What makes you, YOU? Now, Iโ€™m not talking about your preferred hairstyle or your penchant for baggy flares, but something less tangible. Our being. The way we do things. Our voice, our manner, our gestures. Was it all picked up at school? Was it an obsession with a character from a Netflix production? Maybe youโ€™re NOT so different and you prefer to blend in with the crowdโ€ฆ Even if so, you will still be different. To figure this out, one has to go back to the start. We are all born much the same. A cute, squidgyโ€ฆ Yes yes yes, weโ€™ve done this. The point is, we were born. We were not manufactured on a production line. We were born as the eventual outcome of a coupleโ€™s canoodling. Eurghh! I donโ€™t want to even think about it. Despite the severing of the cord, there is (almost) always the strongest connection between blob and makers. Not only is said blob born, but so too is a family. The messy young blighter embiggens the household by one. For many years, this wriggly thing knows nothing outside parent one and parent two. These two โ€œcarersโ€ ARE the world of this wispy-haired giggler. And so it is only natural that over time it should start to take on characteristics and maybe even sentiments of its elders.


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  • ๐—–๐—ผ๐—ป๐—ป๐—ผ๐—น๐—น๐˜†โ€™๐˜€ ๐—–๐—ผ๐—ฟ๐—ป๐—ฒ๐—ฟ – this week: I.O.U. – Philip Morgan Lewis

    ๐—–๐—ผ๐—ป๐—ป๐—ผ๐—น๐—น๐˜†โ€™๐˜€ ๐—–๐—ผ๐—ฟ๐—ป๐—ฒ๐—ฟ – this week: I.O.U. – Philip Morgan Lewis

    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™Š.๐™. – ๐™‹๐™๐™ž๐™ก๐™ž๐™ฅ ๐™ˆ๐™ค๐™ง๐™œ๐™–๐™ฃ ๐™‡๐™š๐™ฌ๐™ž๐™จ


    Charles gets the feeling he owes youโ€ฆ


    Ordinarily, yesterday would have been just another day. The start of a new week. A humble Monday. For me, it is the day that I write my weekly โ€œreviewโ€ (or article/piece/column/chunk oโ€™ woyds/cushion of praise). And in this respect it was no different. But this time around, the day of the week was somewhat irrelevant. It was Valentineโ€™s Day. Or probably soon to be called International Love Day – for fear of offending the dumb-dumbs who just donโ€™t understand. Love Day was traditionally the day that forced men to go out and buy a bunch of flowers and a cheap box of chocs from the petrol/gas station, for the woman waiting at home for a bunch of flowers and a cheap box of chocs from the petrol/gas station. Nowadays, of course, due to equality and our modern culture shiftโ€ฆ little has changed. Perhaps these days the โ€œother halfโ€ is equally moved to โ€œshow their affectionโ€ in a similar manner. And so, we end up with two bunches of flowers and two cheap boxes of chocs, that frankly no one wanted in the first place. It takes a very clever society indeed to play on oneโ€™s guilt, where it is not so important what one does, as the feeling of guilt if one doesnโ€™t do. It is a tick box.


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  • ๐—–๐—ผ๐—ป๐—ป๐—ผ๐—น๐—น๐˜†โ€™๐˜€ ๐—–๐—ผ๐—ฟ๐—ป๐—ฒ๐—ฟ – this week: I Walk Alone – Wanaka

    ๐—–๐—ผ๐—ป๐—ป๐—ผ๐—น๐—น๐˜†โ€™๐˜€ ๐—–๐—ผ๐—ฟ๐—ป๐—ฒ๐—ฟ – this week: I Walk Alone – Wanaka

    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™–๐™ก๐™  ๐˜ผ๐™ก๐™ค๐™ฃ๐™š – ๐™’๐™–๐™ฃ๐™–๐™ ๐™–


    Charles has been down this road beforeโ€ฆ


    More and more increasingly I find myself alienated. This is a common thing in age. Always has been. And as this happens, the older generations huddle together to both chit and chat about the good old days, and to chuckle at what is now the norm, to the younger ones. The older ones were always allowed to live out their life the old fashioned way. But I am not 60 or 70. I am not even 40. And I find it increasingly difficult to find like-minded lost individuals. In fact, I am finding 25-30 year olds equally struggling to keep up with an obsessively progressive world, but unhappily they do seem to manage. They seem to feel the urge to change with the times. This seems to be the difference between myself and the younger mob. We all seem to be feeling out of touch, out of date and unhappy, but they seem to feel the need to go with it all. I, on the other hand, am not partial to being bullied, and I care more for things that matter. And if I even so much as mention anything slightly different to the modern way, I get “the look”, as if I am to be mentally reported to the Thinkpol by the Party (Orwell reference, should you have wondered). You see, I didn’t want any of this. I never asked for it. And neither did anyone else. We were all quite content, as is often the case throughout the decades. It is clear to me when something is wrong and needs work. And it is clear to me when something is fine and should therefore be left alone. But we insist on change. Constant, ill-thought out, cheap and nasty, ugly change. And an obsession with ease. Ease makes laze. Laze makes civilisation fall apart.


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