Connolly’s Corner

  • ๐—–๐—ผ๐—ป๐—ป๐—ผ๐—น๐—น๐˜†โ€™๐˜€ ๐—–๐—ผ๐—ฟ๐—ป๐—ฒ๐—ฟ – this week: No Pinks – Rich Allen

    ๐—–๐—ผ๐—ป๐—ป๐—ผ๐—น๐—น๐˜†โ€™๐˜€ ๐—–๐—ผ๐—ฟ๐—ป๐—ฒ๐—ฟ – this week: No Pinks – Rich Allen

    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™ค ๐™‹๐™ž๐™ฃ๐™ ๐™จ – ๐™๐™ž๐™˜๐™ ๐˜ผ๐™ก๐™ก๐™š๐™ฃ


    Charles thinks of others this Christmasโ€ฆ


    So! I thought I’d break with tradition. Which is very unlike me. Next Tuesday is Christmas Eve, and I will not be posting any reviews over the festive period. This gives me time to enjoy the festivities. But more importantly, it gives YOU time to do the same. I don’t want to spoil that for anyone by giving you the chore of reading whatever I might have chosen to natter about. What this means is, this is my last review of 2024. So far, this is no break from tradition. I always pause for a week or two over this season – remember, I’ve been doing these reviews since 2020…! Every year I make a point of writing a fun festive review just before Christmas. Here’s where the break with tradition comes in to play. There will be no holly, no tinsel, no elves, no glitter, no glamour, no baubles, no Santa, no reds, no whites, and no pinks. But plenty of blues. You see, the meaning of Christmas has changed over the years. It has become strangely sterile and commercial. We hunker down to a cosy time with the family, if possible. It was never supposed to be a time of gluttony and of excess. It was supposed to be a time of celebration in being grateful for what we have. A time to think about those less fortunate. Those who cannot revel in said festivities. Those going through the toughest of times. As the Christmas carol goes: In the Bleak Midwinter…


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  • ๐—–๐—ผ๐—ป๐—ป๐—ผ๐—น๐—น๐˜†โ€™๐˜€ ๐—–๐—ผ๐—ฟ๐—ป๐—ฒ๐—ฟ – this week: Manhรฃ Dourada – Joรฃo Aranha

    ๐—–๐—ผ๐—ป๐—ป๐—ผ๐—น๐—น๐˜†โ€™๐˜€ ๐—–๐—ผ๐—ฟ๐—ป๐—ฒ๐—ฟ – this week: Manhรฃ Dourada – Joรฃo Aranha

    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™ˆ๐™–๐™ฃ๐™๐™–ฬƒ ๐˜ฟ๐™ค๐™ช๐™ง๐™–๐™™๐™– – ๐™…๐™ค๐™–๐™ค ๐˜ผ๐™ง๐™–๐™ฃ๐™๐™–


    Charles is just being niceโ€ฆ


    Iโ€™m a bad man. Rotten to the core. Cruel and sadistic. Horrid horrid horrid. This is what everyone says about me. Okay. This is not what everyone says about me. At least, not to my face anyway. Then why say it here? Because sometimes we have thoughts. Irrational thoughts. Absurd and fictional thoughts, based on absolutely nothing. It was also a punchy way of starting the article. Ahem. Negative thoughts of oneself can easily creep in when surrounded by negative, bad and ugly. Take last weekโ€™s article, for example. I decided not to comply. I decided not to embrace a thing called HAL. I decided not to see the potential positive effect of it on art. While I won’t be changing my stance any time soon, this negativity can lead to heavier things. If one sees only doom and gloom, one feels only doom and gloom. And it is easy to slide down the slippery slope of โ€œIโ€™m no goodโ€. These days, I would have said my thoughts and views are pretty balanced. Also, these days I think Iโ€™m pretty comfortable with who I am, and what Iโ€™m like. Am I bad? Am I mean? Am I cruel? Am I dishonest? Am I a criminal? No. Am I perfect? Pahahaha! No. Very far from it. While being in a generally healthy state of mind, I could always be better. We all could. But Iโ€™d just like to give the good guys a pat on the back for being so good. While we could all be better, just think how much worse we could be? All those liars and fakers and cheaters out there. We could be like that. We could be going around, spitting on grannies and tripping up children. I saw you, laughing at the idea of the kid falling over. I chuckled too. Because itโ€™s funny. Okay, the kid isnโ€™t laughing, but we mustnโ€™t lose our sense of humour. Stifle that natural laughter, then help the kid up. For most of us, good enough, is good enough. Donโ€™t try to be a positive drone. If it ainโ€™t natural, it ainโ€™t natural.


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  • ๐—–๐—ผ๐—ป๐—ป๐—ผ๐—น๐—น๐˜†โ€™๐˜€ ๐—–๐—ผ๐—ฟ๐—ป๐—ฒ๐—ฟ – this week: Nobodyโ€™s Listening – Avresa

    ๐—–๐—ผ๐—ป๐—ป๐—ผ๐—น๐—น๐˜†โ€™๐˜€ ๐—–๐—ผ๐—ฟ๐—ป๐—ฒ๐—ฟ – this week: Nobodyโ€™s Listening – Avresa

    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™—๐™ค๐™™๐™ฎโ€™๐™จ ๐™‡๐™ž๐™จ๐™ฉ๐™š๐™ฃ๐™ž๐™ฃ๐™œ – ๐˜ผ๐™ซ๐™ง๐™š๐™จ๐™–


    Charles is in a similar boatโ€ฆ


    Who remembers a British band from the 90s called Republica? Those who do, whatโ€™s the song that springs to mindโ€ฆ? Is it โ€œReady to Goโ€? Hereโ€™s the chorus: โ€œIt’s a crack, I’m back, yeah I’m standing on the rooftops shouting out. Baby, I’m ready to goโ€. Thatโ€™s me right now. Iโ€™m standing on the rooftops shouting out. Baby, Iโ€™m ready to go! Yep, itโ€™s that time of the week where I please some and bore others. Woo-hoo! Iโ€™m ready to go. Not ready to leave, you understand. Ach, and some of you got your hopes up. Well, tough. Baby, Iโ€™m ready to stay. But despite my hoarse vocal cords from that echoing decibelage, Iโ€™m wondering if Iโ€™m being acknowledged, or even noticedโ€ฆ Every week I write about this or that, and sometimes even the other. But I wonder, if I were to copy and paste a great big chunk of the Oxford English Dictionary instead, how many would actually noticeโ€ฆ? Would the comments still read โ€œgood song good review keep up the good work cant wait for the next one emoticon emoticonโ€? Possibly. Probably. Definitely. The internetโ€™s a funny place, after all. I wonโ€™t be copying a chunk of the Oxford English Dictionary, though, as Iโ€™m not a fan of alphabet soup. These pieces go out to potentially every single living person on this Earth. The same goes for our musicโ€ฆ Every single person can read these peculiar articles of mine for free. Every single person can listen to our music for free. Yet, most do not. I canโ€™t understand why. Is it all terrible? Is it really all that bad?? Of course not. The real reason is that nobody knows. But the more important reason is that nobody cares. Why WOULD you?? Some random bloke on the internet writes about music and other random junk. Some unknown artist releases yet another song. Pah.


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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: 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: 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: 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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  • 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: Old Fashioned – June Holland

    ๐—–๐—ผ๐—ป๐—ป๐—ผ๐—น๐—น๐˜†โ€™๐˜€ ๐—–๐—ผ๐—ฟ๐—ป๐—ฒ๐—ฟ – this week: Old Fashioned – June Holland

    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™Š๐™ก๐™™ ๐™๐™–๐™จ๐™๐™ž๐™ค๐™ฃ๐™š๐™™ – ๐™…๐™ช๐™ฃ๐™š ๐™ƒ๐™ค๐™ก๐™ก๐™–๐™ฃ๐™™


    Charles is a dedicated follower of old fashionedโ€ฆ


    The future. To some of you this might be exciting. However, I suspect to most of you it is bleak and depressing, or at least a big fat question mark. But itโ€™s coming whether you like it or not. Iโ€™m one of those excited types walking around in my bouncy trainers/sneakers. Out with the old, in with the new. Iโ€™m always obsessed with the latest trends. Youโ€™ll always find me in the frontline of whatever protest is currently in session in Central London. My clothes are not too dissimilar to those of Jacob Collier. When it comes to interior design, I like minimal. I like clean-cut. I like white walls. Iโ€™m not too keen on colour in the home, and I donโ€™t like clutter. When it comes to exteriors, the sleeker the better. All glass, if possible. Throughout the day I drink herbal tea made only from organic produce. The packaging must be eco-friendly, or I simply wonโ€™t buy it. I only really go for electronic music as real instruments bore me and frankly make me shudder at the way things used to be. My daily schedules and routines are managed by A.I., and I am truly looking forward to an A.I. future. I donโ€™t touch meat, alcohol, caffeine or any other drug, as I want to be healthy for my future offspring, and set a good example for them and others around me. In my free time, I like to play video games, when Iโ€™m not scrolling through Snapchat and TikTok. And finally, I make a point of shaving at least once a day, because you never can be too careful.


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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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