Connolly’s Corner

  • ๐—–๐—ผ๐—ป๐—ป๐—ผ๐—น๐—น๐˜†โ€™๐˜€ ๐—–๐—ผ๐—ฟ๐—ป๐—ฒ๐—ฟ – this week: The Scar – Dany Horovitz

    ๐—–๐—ผ๐—ป๐—ป๐—ผ๐—น๐—น๐˜†โ€™๐˜€ ๐—–๐—ผ๐—ฟ๐—ป๐—ฒ๐—ฟ – this week: The Scar – Dany Horovitz

    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™Ž๐™˜๐™–๐™ง – ๐˜ฟ๐™–๐™ฃ๐™ฎ ๐™ƒ๐™ค๐™ง๐™ค๐™ซ๐™ž๐™ฉ๐™ฏ


    Charles speaks of love from a distanceโ€ฆ


    Have you ever had a crush on someone? Obvs. Obvs, utts, totes, abs and deffo. Of course you have. Youโ€™re only human, after all. I certainly have, anyway. From my own personal experience, I can only speak from the perspective of a heterosexual male. I would love to say her name was Sophia, but alasโ€ฆ Letโ€™s talk about Sharon. The glint quickly snapped from an eye. The way her hair just falls and bounces in THAT way as she turns around. The perfectly formed nose that wrinkles when amused. That slender, elegant neck forcing oneโ€™s eyes down towards herโ€ฆ collarbone. Proud shoulders that hang from invisible threads, not highly strung but still supported. The sweetest laugh that only I have noticed. An occasional cackle denoting a darker, more intriguing side to this wonder.


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  • ๐—–๐—ผ๐—ป๐—ป๐—ผ๐—น๐—น๐˜†โ€™๐˜€ ๐—–๐—ผ๐—ฟ๐—ป๐—ฒ๐—ฟ – this week: Tea Leaves – Steve Schultheis

    ๐—–๐—ผ๐—ป๐—ป๐—ผ๐—น๐—น๐˜†โ€™๐˜€ ๐—–๐—ผ๐—ฟ๐—ป๐—ฒ๐—ฟ – this week: Tea Leaves – Steve Schultheis

    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™š๐™–๐™ซ๐™š๐™จ – ๐™Ž๐™ฉ๐™š๐™ซ๐™š ๐™Ž๐™˜๐™๐™ช๐™ก๐™ฉ๐™๐™š๐™ž๐™จ


    Charles sits down with a nice cuppa, and attempts to tell your fortune.


    I drink one cup of coffee a day. I say โ€˜drinkโ€™, but it is more like a ritual. In fact, it is the closest I come to religion. I will never have more than one cup, but I would certainly not even try to attempt a dayโ€™s life without that one. Call it habit, routine, addiction, compulsion, itโ€™s just what I do, and it does no harm. Tea however, is a completely different kettle of water. It is something that I enjoy several times a week, with not a hint of schedule. It rarely ever occurs to me but is suggested as an option by my girlfriend, and I usually take her up on the idea. Tea is a great comfort. A simple pleasure. A pastime and an English institution. So why not! And so go the leaves into the shiny sprung infuser, or actually this time loosely tossed into the floral teapot. There are always far more saucers in the cupboard than cups – this is just how it is. Perhaps saucers are more resilient than the elegant slender handle of the receptacle. The teapot is to be filled with boiling water. It must be ferociously bubbling. I wait at least 4 minutes for the brew to brew, pour, et voilร . Actually, I dunk a teabag in a mug for less than a minute, slug in a spoon of brown sugar – yes, brown – and slosh in some milk for completion. But letโ€™s just pretend weโ€™re civilised, for now.


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  • ๐—–๐—ผ๐—ป๐—ป๐—ผ๐—น๐—น๐˜†โ€™๐˜€ ๐—–๐—ผ๐—ฟ๐—ป๐—ฒ๐—ฟ – this week: The Sum of All Colors – Andres Guazzelli

    ๐—–๐—ผ๐—ป๐—ป๐—ผ๐—น๐—น๐˜†โ€™๐˜€ ๐—–๐—ผ๐—ฟ๐—ป๐—ฒ๐—ฟ – this week: The Sum of All Colors – Andres Guazzelli

    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™Ž๐™ช๐™ข ๐™ค๐™› ๐˜ผ๐™ก๐™ก ๐˜พ๐™ค๐™ก๐™ค๐™ง๐™จ – ๐˜ผ๐™ฃ๐™™๐™ง๐™š๐™จ ๐™‚๐™ช๐™–๐™ฏ๐™ฏ๐™š๐™ก๐™ก๐™ž


    Charles Connolly cries over hueโ€ฆ


    Have you ever had a pet? I haven’t. Never. Of any kind. But I suspect this to be quite rare. I suspect that most of you – if not almost all – have at some point in your life had a pet of some sort. Were my parents thoughtless or cruel in not giving me a pet when I was a child? I would say not. The main reason being, that due to my severe eczema and asthma, as well as various allergies, a pet might have finished me off entirely. I am not sad or regretful though, as having never experienced the sensation, I cannot say my eternal lack of animal really affected me in any way. Personally, I was too busy being immersed in music (little has changed). Most children and teenagers have little to do, and so a pet will most certainly give you some sort of sense of purpose. Could a pet perhaps prepare you in life for being a parent? Or even, for being a partner? To naturally be forced to care for someone so early in life? It could be a lesser pet that is simply around, with less of a presence, that your mother (or nanny) looks after, and that you yourself have little to do with. But I will assume that most pets quickly become very much part of the family.


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  • ๐—–๐—ผ๐—ป๐—ป๐—ผ๐—น๐—น๐˜†โ€™๐˜€ ๐—–๐—ผ๐—ฟ๐—ป๐—ฒ๐—ฟ – this week: Tell Me Your Secret – Tricia Lo

    ๐—–๐—ผ๐—ป๐—ป๐—ผ๐—น๐—น๐˜†โ€™๐˜€ ๐—–๐—ผ๐—ฟ๐—ป๐—ฒ๐—ฟ – this week: Tell Me Your Secret – Tricia Lo

    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™ก๐™ก ๐™ˆ๐™š ๐™”๐™ค๐™ช๐™ง ๐™Ž๐™š๐™˜๐™ง๐™š๐™ฉ – ๐™๐™ง๐™ž๐™˜๐™ž๐™– ๐™‡๐™ค


    Charles feels he knows you well enough to sayโ€ฆ


    What lurks beneath the surface of a seemingly good soul…? What darker things to discover under cover of a bad egg? This week brings another brand new release from Rich Allen: Lily Flower (his best yet). For a human, he is the epitome of โ€œgoodโ€. But is there a darker side to this bag of positively charged beansโ€ฆ? We will probably never know. My scepticism is what brings me here. I always wonder about people. I always wonder about things. Letโ€™s face it, I wonder about just about everything. Except sport. I very rarely wonder about that. Those who know Rich, will realise that he is in fact perfect in every way, so there are no worries there. But what about me? I am not perfect, in any way at all! But people seem not to entirely loathe my guts. I am apparently a good person. But I even wonder about myself. Am I really a good person? Underneath this fancy linen, am I the devil incarnateโ€ฆ? Do I hide the horns in my hairโ€ฆ? Well, no. Because my hair is far from thickโ€ฆ My natural scepticism always makes me wonder why the good are good. How pessimistic is THAT?? These days I find it hard to believe that people are good simply through morals and a decent upbringing. Or maybe it is a rather dreadful upbringing that has made them good. A sort of mid-life realisationโ€ฆ? Teenagers tend naturally to be selfish and pretty bloody awful. But they also tend to grow out of this โ€œphaseโ€. I always wonder though, which is the phaseโ€ฆ Perhaps this โ€œnew youโ€ is actually a very realistic faรงade. You see? I am less an inquisitive questioner, more a paranoid android. First impressions can tell you a lot. Although I am basically a non-believer, I do believe in that. I am sometimes wrong with first impressions, but usually right. Maybe often wrong, but usually right. Luckily, because of my ongoing scepticism, my initial mistaken assumption swings the needle to positive after realisation that I was wrong. Very rarely do I instantly trust someone from first meeting them. Even more rare is when I turn around and they stab me in the back. Metaphorically, of course. It has been ages since I was literally stabbed in the back.


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  • ๐—•๐—ฟ๐—ฎ๐—ฑโ€™๐˜€ ๐—•๐—ถ๐˜ – this week: This is How the Story Begins – Charles Connolly, Wilko Wilkes

    ๐—•๐—ฟ๐—ฎ๐—ฑโ€™๐˜€ ๐—•๐—ถ๐˜ – this week: This is How the Story Begins – Charles Connolly, Wilko Wilkes

    This week, Brad (aka Mercury Teardrop) takes over ๐—–๐—ผ๐—ป๐—ป๐—ผ๐—น๐—น๐˜†โ€™๐˜€ ๐—–๐—ผ๐—ฟ๐—ป๐—ฒ๐—ฟ to pay homage to Charles, the man, the myth, the legendโ€ฆ and to dive into โ€œThis is How the Story Beginsโ€, his latest single featuring Wilko Wilkes.


    ๐™๐™๐™ž๐™จ ๐™ž๐™จ ๐™ƒ๐™ค๐™ฌ ๐™ฉ๐™๐™š ๐™Ž๐™ฉ๐™ค๐™ง๐™ฎ ๐˜ฝ๐™š๐™œ๐™ž๐™ฃ๐™จ – ๐˜พ๐™๐™–๐™ง๐™ก๐™š๐™จ ๐˜พ๐™ค๐™ฃ๐™ฃ๐™ค๐™ก๐™ก๐™ฎ, ๐™’๐™ž๐™ก๐™ ๐™ค ๐™’๐™ž๐™ก๐™ ๐™š๐™จ


    Brad does his bitโ€ฆ


    My early memories of music are some of the most vivid memories I have from my childhood. I was one of those kids who grew up surrounded by music. I remember sitting for hours in my parentsโ€™ living room, records all over the shag carpet and giant headphones hanging on my tiny ears, listening to album after album. There was the typical โ€œpopโ€ of the day in the house, but for the most part, I would listen to anything I could get my hands on. From ABBA to ZZ Top, I couldnโ€™t get enough. At about eight years old, I started to buy my own records. For you kids out there – โ€œkidsโ€ being operationally defined as anyone born after 1985 – this was not as easy as it sounds. It was an entire coordinated effort to save the money required, curate a list of albums you wanted, decide on the pinnacle of that list to spend your life savings on, and then, find someone who would take you to the record store. I would often wait for months before I could buy a single record. One of the first records I bought was โ€œOut of the Blueโ€ by The Electric Light Orchestra. I remember the day like it was yesterday.


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  • ๐—–๐—ผ๐—ป๐—ป๐—ผ๐—น๐—น๐˜†โ€™๐˜€ ๐—–๐—ผ๐—ฟ๐—ป๐—ฒ๐—ฟ – this week: Walk Away – Patrik Ahlm

    ๐—–๐—ผ๐—ป๐—ป๐—ผ๐—น๐—น๐˜†โ€™๐˜€ ๐—–๐—ผ๐—ฟ๐—ป๐—ฒ๐—ฟ – this week: Walk Away – Patrik Ahlm

    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™ก๐™  ๐˜ผ๐™ฌ๐™–๐™ฎ – ๐™‹๐™–๐™ฉ๐™ง๐™ž๐™  ๐˜ผ๐™๐™ก๐™ข


    Charles is standardisingโ€ฆ


    To quote Itโ€™s a Wonderful Life (as I often seem to), โ€œI live in a shack in Potter’s Field and my wife ran away three years ago and took the kidโ€โ€ฆ This basically sums up my life. No, wait. Thatโ€™s not true. It doesnโ€™t at all. I have never lived in such a place (if it exists), I have never been married, and I donโ€™t have any children. But the rest is true. But, there is no โ€œrestโ€! Ah yes. True. Well, in that case I have absolutely nothing in common with the alternate life of Ernie Bishop, the cab driver. I canโ€™t even drive! So where does this leave us? Where does this LEAD us? Well, it leads us to the beginning. My beginning. I really had a wonderful life!


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  • ๐—–๐—ผ๐—ป๐—ป๐—ผ๐—น๐—น๐˜†โ€™๐˜€ ๐—–๐—ผ๐—ฟ๐—ป๐—ฒ๐—ฟ – Vanishing of Bees (Remix) – Kele Fleming, Atlas to Earth

    ๐—–๐—ผ๐—ป๐—ป๐—ผ๐—น๐—น๐˜†โ€™๐˜€ ๐—–๐—ผ๐—ฟ๐—ป๐—ฒ๐—ฟ – Vanishing of Bees (Remix) – Kele Fleming, Atlas to Earth

    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™ž๐™จ๐™๐™ž๐™ฃ๐™œ ๐™ค๐™› ๐˜ฝ๐™š๐™š๐™จ (๐˜ผ๐™ฉ๐™ก๐™–๐™จ ๐™ฉ๐™ค ๐™€๐™–๐™ง๐™ฉ๐™ ๐™๐™š๐™ข๐™ž๐™ญ ๐™Ž๐™ฎ๐™ฃ๐™ฉ๐™๐™ฌ๐™–๐™ซ๐™š) – ๐™†๐™š๐™ก๐™š ๐™๐™ก๐™š๐™ข๐™ž๐™ฃ๐™œ, ๐˜ผ๐™ฉ๐™ก๐™–๐™จ ๐™ฉ๐™ค ๐™€๐™–๐™ง๐™ฉ๐™


    Charles mixes things up a bitโ€ฆ


    For a change, we will not be diving deeply into the subconscious and philosophy of this here writer. We will not be talking about flowers, life, death, breakups, language, meditation, hangovers, choice, weather, buckets, or any of a number of things on which I have touched most recently. We will instead be going straight into the world of music. Or more specifically, remaking music. Being an observant unsigned artist, and being surrounded by unsigned artists, I have noticed two things crop up again and again. One of which is collaboration (habitually called โ€œcollabsโ€). I have covered no less than 7 of these โ€œcollabsโ€ over my months of musing. The idea can really work to great effect, as talents can be combined to build a bigger, better picture. When art spurs art, inspiration can take flight. The other thing these days that punctuates our playlists, is the remix. I have however been, shall we say, less forthcoming in advertising these works, and have covered – I believe – no more than 2. This could be conceived as unforgivable, particularly regarding how popular they are, and how frequently they are released. But this might not be the case. Art is by definition subjective. Art is Marmite – a joke only perhaps for the Britonians, and one at which we can chortle in private as the rest of the world raises an eyebrow or politely glosses over. I have a little bit to say about remixes, which may or may not be contentious. Ooh! Nothing like a bit of banter.


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  • ๐—–๐—ผ๐—ป๐—ป๐—ผ๐—น๐—น๐˜†โ€™๐˜€ ๐—–๐—ผ๐—ฟ๐—ป๐—ฒ๐—ฟ – this week: Wandering In the Shadows – Tade Loov

    ๐—–๐—ผ๐—ป๐—ป๐—ผ๐—น๐—น๐˜†โ€™๐˜€ ๐—–๐—ผ๐—ฟ๐—ป๐—ฒ๐—ฟ – this week: Wandering In the Shadows – Tade Loov

    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™™๐™š๐™ง๐™ž๐™ฃ๐™œ ๐™„๐™ฃ ๐™ฉ๐™๐™š ๐™Ž๐™๐™–๐™™๐™ค๐™ฌ๐™จ – ๐™๐™–๐™™๐™š ๐™‡๐™ค๐™ค๐™ซ


    Charles is heard but not seenโ€ฆ


    Am I an introvert, or do I just have English manners? Am I scared of the world and its things and its people, or do I just prefer to live within the boundaries of my own little world? One can limp along in life, doing little and getting by. Anyone is free to do so. The darkness of the world will attempt to grab you by the ankles whenever possible, though. To mould you into a “standardised” member of society. I would say it takes more courage, determination and guts to pull away from the natural tide and do one’s own thing. A person such as this may seem to hide and shy away from “the norm”, but really they are only ridding themselves of the mundane and quietly getting on with their own way of doing things. It may seem like they are threatened by the lions and sharks of the land and the sea, but in fact they are batting away the irritating flies of the world wide wet.

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  • ๐—–๐—ผ๐—ป๐—ป๐—ผ๐—น๐—น๐˜†โ€™๐˜€ ๐—–๐—ผ๐—ฟ๐—ป๐—ฒ๐—ฟ – What You Looking At? (Remix) – Darren Mason, Daverage J. Normal

    ๐—–๐—ผ๐—ป๐—ป๐—ผ๐—น๐—น๐˜†โ€™๐˜€ ๐—–๐—ผ๐—ฟ๐—ป๐—ฒ๐—ฟ – What You Looking At? (Remix) – Darren Mason, Daverage J. Normal

    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™ฉ ๐™”๐™ค๐™ช ๐™‡๐™ค๐™ค๐™ ๐™ž๐™ฃ๐™œ ๐˜ผ๐™ฉ? (๐˜ฟ๐™–๐™ซ๐™š๐™ง๐™–๐™œ๐™š ๐™…. ๐™‰๐™ค๐™ง๐™ข๐™–๐™ก ๐™๐™š๐™ข๐™ž๐™ญ) – ๐˜ฟ๐™–๐™ง๐™ง๐™š๐™ฃ ๐™ˆ๐™–๐™จ๐™ค๐™ฃ, ๐˜ฟ๐™–๐™ซ๐™š๐™ง๐™–๐™œ๐™š ๐™…. ๐™‰๐™ค๐™ง๐™ข๐™–๐™ก


    Charles bangs his head for funโ€ฆ


    Antidisestablishmentarianism is a word that appears in few dictionaries these days, simply due to its rare usage. I cannot think why. Could it be because it takes half an hour to pronounce, and half a day to write? It is still arguably the longest word in the english language. Yes, arguably – donโ€™t start up in the comments. So is it just its length that stops people including it in their day-to-day vocal spiel? Probably not. It is probably because it has a stupid meaning. One can be FOR the establishment. One can be AGAINST the establishment. But this word sums up being against being against the establishment. Not a typo. Meaning FOR the establishment. And weโ€™re right back where we started. Take coffee, for example. There are people who like coffee (the correct ones), and there are people who donโ€™t like coffee (the silly ones). And then there are the people who donโ€™t NOT like coffee. Who in Godโ€™s name invented this irritating and confusing double negative?? Speaking of God, this lengthy pretentious word originally stems from the Church of England, being the establishment. But just as you were all starting to moan and groan about this being another piece about words, you are now moaning and groaning further in thinking it is another piece about religion. Well, I am here to put your mind at ease. It is about neither. The point is, anyone who uses โ€œantidisestablishmentarianismโ€ is evidently someone who is against things for the sake of being against things, while trying to look cool. Bringing us to punks. A modern take on the original renegades. But not the rather amusing punks of the 70s, or the bullies of the 60s disguised as Hellโ€™s Angels, but in fact a different variety. The crazy mixed up kids of the early 90s. Anti-establishment? Antidisestablishment? They were anti everything! But also couldnโ€™t really care enough to make a solid point about anything. Basically, it was an excuse to have a lot of fun. To enjoy being young and seemingly invincible – as all young people should feel. Though this had been going on underground since around 1988, it took a few years for the scene to become a known culture. I bring you, London 1992.


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  • ๐—–๐—ผ๐—ป๐—ป๐—ผ๐—น๐—น๐˜†โ€™๐˜€ ๐—–๐—ผ๐—ฟ๐—ป๐—ฒ๐—ฟ – this week: Warm Enough To Snow – Shayan Regan, Plummy

    ๐—–๐—ผ๐—ป๐—ป๐—ผ๐—น๐—น๐˜†โ€™๐˜€ ๐—–๐—ผ๐—ฟ๐—ป๐—ฒ๐—ฟ – this week: Warm Enough To Snow – Shayan Regan, Plummy

    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™ง๐™ข ๐™€๐™ฃ๐™ค๐™ช๐™œ๐™ ๐™๐™ค ๐™Ž๐™ฃ๐™ค๐™ฌ – ๐™Ž๐™๐™–๐™ฎ๐™–๐™ฃ ๐™๐™š๐™œ๐™–๐™ฃ, ๐™‹๐™ก๐™ช๐™ข๐™ข๐™ฎ


    Charles reads you a sermonโ€ฆ


    Every year I write a Christmas review. It has become a tradition, in keeping with the situation. Throughout my weekly musings I try hard not to repeat myself. To try to come up with new things to write about. I try hard not to repeat myself. The annual Christmas edition is no exception. I don’t want to rehash the same old theme every year, tradition or no tradition. I have spoken of the lights, the jingle and the tree. I have spoken of family. I have spoken of little elves, reindeer and the big man himself. I have quoted Dickens numerous times. I have quoted lines from It’s a Wonderful Life. But this year, I feel rather different. The music goes on. My gorgeous tree sits elegantly decorated and twinkling oh so prettily in the corner. I even went to a Christmas concert on Sunday evening. And yet I feel festive like it’s mid November. Strangely, I seem not alone. It appears that several others are also shchtruggling to get into the spirit of things this year. I really can’t explain it!


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