Connolly’s Corner

  • 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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  • ๐—–๐—ผ๐—ป๐—ป๐—ผ๐—น๐—น๐˜†โ€™๐˜€ ๐—–๐—ผ๐—ฟ๐—ป๐—ฒ๐—ฟ – this week: Sunset Daddy – Blue Dirt Girl

    ๐—–๐—ผ๐—ป๐—ป๐—ผ๐—น๐—น๐˜†โ€™๐˜€ ๐—–๐—ผ๐—ฟ๐—ป๐—ฒ๐—ฟ – this week: Sunset Daddy – Blue Dirt Girl

    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™Ž๐™ช๐™ฃ๐™จ๐™š๐™ฉ ๐˜ฟ๐™–๐™™๐™™๐™ฎ – ๐˜ฝ๐™ก๐™ช๐™š ๐˜ฟ๐™ž๐™ง๐™ฉ ๐™‚๐™ž๐™ง๐™ก


    Charles quotes 10cc: โ€œArt for Artโ€™s Sakeโ€


    I had the privilege of seeing 10cc at the Royal Albert Hall, back in 2019 when things were normal and we could enjoy such things without wondering if we were threatening our health in doing so. Weโ€™ll get back to that form of life soon enough – just a matter of time. I told you this for absolutely no reason other than to tell you this (told for tellingโ€™s sake). But the bandโ€™s famous message, originally coined in the early 19th century in France (lโ€™art pour lโ€™art), really made me think. Art for Artโ€™s Sake. Art for the sake of art. No statements, no morals, no politics. Just art to enjoy. Art to enliven the soul. Speaking of things returning to normal, I am hoping that when things open up here in London I will be able to visit a gallery or two. The artist David Hockney, has always intrigued and irritated me. I very much like how he started in the 60s with his Splash paintings, but then quickly went off him. For decades his art didnโ€™t excite me. In fact, it didnโ€™t really move me in any way – it was simply there, and my eyes drifted over and past it. What irritated me was actually the general public praising him for the mediocre work of his middle years. This century however, he has come back strong, starting with his tree paintings in the mid 00s (I say โ€˜paintingsโ€™ loosely as he mainly works digitally these days). He is a man of nature. Like the old greats (Monet, Renoir etc.) he is obsessed with light and feel. The passing of time, and how this changes our surroundings through the seasons. A splash of colour; a dose of light. This is pure art – art for artโ€™s sake. I am hoping to see his new summer exhibition at the Royal Academy of Arts in the coming months. For those who donโ€™t know, Hockney is an extremely famous artist from England. For those who donโ€™t know, England is a country in Britain. For those who donโ€™t know, Britain is also a country, because weโ€™re weird like that.


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  • ๐—–๐—ผ๐—ป๐—ป๐—ผ๐—น๐—น๐˜†โ€™๐˜€ ๐—–๐—ผ๐—ฟ๐—ป๐—ฒ๐—ฟ – this week: The Hangmanโ€™s Lament – Dom Piper

    ๐—–๐—ผ๐—ป๐—ป๐—ผ๐—น๐—น๐˜†โ€™๐˜€ ๐—–๐—ผ๐—ฟ๐—ป๐—ฒ๐—ฟ – this week: The Hangmanโ€™s Lament – Dom Piper

    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™š ๐™ƒ๐™–๐™ฃ๐™œ๐™ข๐™–๐™ฃโ€™๐™จ ๐™‡๐™–๐™ข๐™š๐™ฃ๐™ฉ – ๐˜ฟ๐™ค๐™ข ๐™‹๐™ž๐™ฅ๐™š๐™ง


    Charles plays a word gameโ€ฆ


    Justice. Itโ€™s a funny thing. We say itโ€™s not revenge. We say itโ€™s not. We say things like โ€œThey canโ€™t get away with this. Itโ€™s just not rightโ€. And weโ€™re right in saying this. If wrong has been committed, the wrongdoer should go back in time and undo their wrong. But since we donโ€™t yet have time machines, we have to deal with it another way. Punishment by beatingโ€ฆ? No no no. We are a civilised society. Or so I am told. Ask them politely not to do it again? โ€œSay you promiseโ€โ€ฆ Unlikely to work. So prison then. But what if their crime is so much worse than, say, stealing a car, or even high level fraud? Say itโ€™s something likeโ€ฆ MURDER!! Well, itโ€™s the chair for you. At least in some states. But in Britain, we have no such punishment. Prison for theft, prison for murder. Just simply more time. In fact, in Britain the last execution was 60 years ago next year. Now THATโ€™S a cheery thought! Who says I don’t bring you joy. Letโ€™s go back to the โ€œgood old daysโ€ of the 19th Century and furtherโ€ฆ


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  • ๐—–๐—ผ๐—ป๐—ป๐—ผ๐—น๐—น๐˜†โ€™๐˜€ ๐—–๐—ผ๐—ฟ๐—ป๐—ฒ๐—ฟ – this week: Superstition – Ed Eagle (feat. Charles Connolly)

    ๐—–๐—ผ๐—ป๐—ป๐—ผ๐—น๐—น๐˜†โ€™๐˜€ ๐—–๐—ผ๐—ฟ๐—ป๐—ฒ๐—ฟ – this week: Superstition – Ed Eagle (feat. Charles Connolly)

    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™Ž๐™ช๐™ฅ๐™š๐™ง๐™จ๐™ฉ๐™ž๐™ฉ๐™ž๐™ค๐™ฃ – ๐™€๐™™ ๐™€๐™–๐™œ๐™ก๐™š (๐™›๐™š๐™–๐™ฉ. ๐˜พ๐™๐™–๐™ง๐™ก๐™š๐™จ ๐˜พ๐™ค๐™ฃ๐™ฃ๐™ค๐™ก๐™ก๐™ฎ)


    Charles crosses his fingers and touches wood as he covers a cover.


    As I switch on, switch off and switch on the light again, a blind man sways with a smile from behind his electric piano. He rounds off a soothing ballad and segues into a funky number. Something changes in the air. From clouds of cirrus to bolts of loytneen, thereโ€™s a storm a-brewinโ€™. A god is in charge and the genius is at work. I speak of Lord Stevie of Wonder. One of the greatest people in music lending us one of the greatest riffs ever known to man, and not a guitar in sight! Superstition is perfection from beginning to end. Unbetterable (ahem). This is clear to almost any musician. So why cover itโ€ฆ?


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