Connolly’s Corner

  • ๐—–๐—ผ๐—ป๐—ป๐—ผ๐—น๐—น๐˜†โ€™๐˜€ ๐—–๐—ผ๐—ฟ๐—ป๐—ฒ๐—ฟ – this week: Youโ€™re Not Ok (feat. Ryan Ronksley) – Patrick Laurin

    ๐—–๐—ผ๐—ป๐—ป๐—ผ๐—น๐—น๐˜†โ€™๐˜€ ๐—–๐—ผ๐—ฟ๐—ป๐—ฒ๐—ฟ – this week: Youโ€™re Not Ok (feat. Ryan Ronksley) – Patrick Laurin

    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™ชโ€™๐™ง๐™š ๐™‰๐™ค๐™ฉ ๐™Š๐™  (๐™›๐™š๐™–๐™ฉ. ๐™๐™ฎ๐™–๐™ฃ ๐™๐™ค๐™ฃ๐™ ๐™จ๐™ก๐™š๐™ฎ) – ๐™‹๐™–๐™ฉ๐™ง๐™ž๐™˜๐™  ๐™‡๐™–๐™ช๐™ง๐™ž๐™ฃ


    Charles is getting on with itโ€ฆ


    What is comfort? Is it cushions and ice cream? Or how about an evening with the lads? Maybe itโ€™s an idyllic day in the countryside? Could it be that you just like to sit secluded in your car, listening to the best of The Carpenters? Well, comfort can be all these things and more. But there is one thing these all have in common, They are short-lived. Itโ€™s not a way of life. You know when someone asks โ€œHow are you?โ€, โ€œHowโ€™s it going?โ€, โ€œHowโ€™s life?โ€, โ€œHowโ€™s it hanging?โ€, โ€œYou all right?โ€, โ€œWhatโ€™s happening (man)?โ€, โ€œYou good?โ€, or โ€œWhat a gwan?โ€? You habitually and automatically reply something along the lines of Fine, Good, Okay, All right, Alright, Canโ€™t complain, Not too bad, Could be worse, Surviving, You know how it is, Muddling through, Mustnโ€™t grumble, Getting on with it, and so forth. On the surface, these are all pretty positive replies. But the underlying feeling is stagnancy or worse. Iโ€™ve always wondered about the expression โ€œNot too badโ€. Itโ€™s meant to be positive, but if you think about it, itโ€™s overwhelmingly negative. โ€œThings are bad, but not TOO badโ€โ€ฆ! Anyway. To be fair, one main reason for an answer like this, is to cut things short and be modest. After all, they only asked out of politeness. They didnโ€™t want a genuine reply! The French have it perfectly: โ€œร‡a va?โ€ – โ€œOui, รงa va?โ€ – โ€œAlorsโ€. Thatโ€™s โ€œHow are you?โ€ – โ€œYes, how are you?โ€ – โ€œSoโ€. They donโ€™t even bother to answer the question, Itโ€™s just a case of getting through the mandatory chit-chat as quickly and efficiently as possible.


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  • ๐—–๐—ผ๐—ป๐—ป๐—ผ๐—น๐—น๐˜†โ€™๐˜€ ๐—–๐—ผ๐—ฟ๐—ป๐—ฒ๐—ฟ – this week: WAKE UP! (& Smile) – Franklin & Bell

    ๐—–๐—ผ๐—ป๐—ป๐—ผ๐—น๐—น๐˜†โ€™๐˜€ ๐—–๐—ผ๐—ฟ๐—ป๐—ฒ๐—ฟ – this week: WAKE UP! (& Smile) – Franklin & Bell

    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˜ผ๐™†๐™€ ๐™๐™‹! (& ๐™Ž๐™ข๐™ž๐™ก๐™š) – ๐™๐™ง๐™–๐™ฃ๐™ ๐™ก๐™ž๐™ฃ & ๐˜ฝ๐™š๐™ก๐™ก


    Charles loses an idolโ€ฆ


    Monday morning. For Mondays are when I write these things. I woke up – an achievement in itself. Quick scan of the phone before making breakfast. A sensible person would perhaps make breakfast first, but ya know – I’m just so young and modern! Bleary eyed and stumbly (I would say zombie-like, but those scary days are behind us), I look at the messages that I know I will have to read again when I am awake enough to reply. Get rid of the red dots all over the screen (those with iPhones will know the curse), and so to the ritual of the coffee. Quite amazing what that smell does for oneโ€™s soul. NOW I am ready to start the day. Time to look at the โ€œpaperโ€. Itโ€™s an app (ugh). What news lurks in store for me? What shenanigans have people been up to? What catastrophes have encroached on our peaceful land? Ugh: Trump, Harris, Harris, Trump. NEXT! Politics politics. Economy economy. NEXT! Baby switched at birth. NEXT! Oh come on, there must be something. Oh JESUS!! Ah gawd. And I am stopped mid slurp. That hollow feeling, as if my chest holds only lungs and nothing more. Our great gilt past continues to evaporate, leaving little but a plastic, mediocre present. Quincy Jones has died. He was 91.


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  • ๐—–๐—ผ๐—ป๐—ป๐—ผ๐—น๐—น๐˜†โ€™๐˜€ ๐—–๐—ผ๐—ฟ๐—ป๐—ฒ๐—ฟ – this week: You Taught Me – Ross Cantrell & Finn McGowan

    ๐—–๐—ผ๐—ป๐—ป๐—ผ๐—น๐—น๐˜†โ€™๐˜€ ๐—–๐—ผ๐—ฟ๐—ป๐—ฒ๐—ฟ – this week: You Taught Me – Ross Cantrell & Finn McGowan

    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™ช ๐™๐™–๐™ช๐™œ๐™๐™ฉ ๐™ˆ๐™š – ๐™๐™ค๐™จ๐™จ ๐˜พ๐™–๐™ฃ๐™ฉ๐™ง๐™š๐™ก๐™ก & ๐™๐™ž๐™ฃ๐™ฃ ๐™ˆ๐™˜๐™‚๐™ค๐™ฌ๐™–๐™ฃ


    Charles dons his mortarboard and begins the class. โ€œSettle down, childrenโ€…


    This week I have moistly – it has been raining in London – been listening Jacob Collier. Many of you may not even have heard of this chap. He is not quite yet 27 years old, and already has a total of 5 Grammys (Grammys, not Grannies – that would be even more unlikely), breaking all previous records of all kinds. Not to mention MAKING records of all kinds. To say he is a virtuoso is really actually putting him down. I believe him to be the most talented musical artist since possibly Stravinsky or even Beethoven, and he is very much a genius. I donโ€™t mean genius in the sense of a footballer scoring a goal, for that is slightly less than what I would call genius. In fact, I very rarely use the word. Paul McCartney is another musical genius. But Mr. Collier goes beyond this. McCartney has a gift. Collier has an incredible mind. If an informed man/woman/person/thing were to have a brain the size of a house, Jacobโ€™s brain would be the size of the street. Or even the entire borough. His musical talents are seemingly quite literally unlimited. It is almost like he has the answer before you have even posed the question! His music knows NO bounds. No bounds at ALL! There is one problem, however. We, the general public are not on his level, or even close to it. We are barely on his horizon. We NEED boundaries. We need something we can understand and grasp. There needs to be a certain amount of familiarity (for most), or even predictability. There is something so satisfying about knowing where โ€œthe oneโ€ is. There is something so gratifying about knowing that the big old chorus is going to come nnnNOW. Jacob does not however make horrible dissonant disjointed โ€œmusicโ€. He makes stunning MUSIC – no quotation marks. But it will only be for certain people, hence despite all the countless awards, he has never entered the Top 40 charts for any single or album. So! Where on Earth is CC going with this? Well. We have learnt that in order to make music that will appeal to the masses, it has to be not TOO dissimilar to music we know and love. But there is no point whatsoever in regurgitating the same old stuff, year after year (although this is exactly what most โ€œartistsโ€™ seem to do these days). The question is this: How does one make music more interesting?


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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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  • ๐—–๐—ผ๐—ป๐—ป๐—ผ๐—น๐—น๐˜†โ€™๐˜€ ๐—–๐—ผ๐—ฟ๐—ป๐—ฒ๐—ฟ – this week: Wasted Time – Mercury Teardrop, J.H.M

    ๐—–๐—ผ๐—ป๐—ป๐—ผ๐—น๐—น๐˜†โ€™๐˜€ ๐—–๐—ผ๐—ฟ๐—ป๐—ฒ๐—ฟ – this week: Wasted Time – Mercury Teardrop, J.H.M

    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™จ๐™ฉ๐™š๐™™ ๐™๐™ž๐™ข๐™š – ๐™ˆ๐™š๐™ง๐™˜๐™ช๐™ง๐™ฎ ๐™๐™š๐™–๐™ง๐™™๐™ง๐™ค๐™ฅ, ๐™….๐™ƒ.๐™ˆ


    Charles considers the formative yearsโ€ฆ


    When did time begin? Okay, letโ€™s narrow that down a bit. When did YOUR time begin? More to the point, when did it start to matter? I was born in the 80s. As a young Calvin Harris once said, “It was acceptable in the 80s”. So I will assume I was generally accepted and I wasnโ€™t a wretched outcast from day one. That came later (a-ho-ho). Cool! So there I was, all blob and no backbone in Orwellโ€™s infamous favourite year. Prod my right shoulder and I fall to my left with a giggle. Prod my left shoulder and I fall to my right with a giggle. You get the picture. This could and almost certainly did go on for hours (minutes, in adult time). I was probably thinking about very little at the time, letโ€™s face it. Weโ€™re all useless at that age. My first computer was a bloody expensive thing that did almost nothing. But thank you Daddy, for buying it for me. EYE was a bloody expensive thing that did almost nothing. And Iโ€™m sure I rarely showed any signs of yield. I had no purpose at all! Meaning of life? Hah! To eat and poo and giggle and dribble and injure myself. But I was far from being alone. I was cared for deeply by two gullible adults who seemed to think it would be worth it. This conception (as it were) is not uncommon. In fact, it is โ€œthe normโ€. We were pretty much ALL in this situation at one time. And it comes back near the end when weโ€™re senile and useless, with life becoming once again an amalgam of eating, pooing, giggling, dribbling and injuring oneself, being looked after, fed and wiped by the very people who followed in the natural chain of events. Swings and roundabouts, my dear! Depressing swings, and crippling roundabouts. But letโ€™s not even think about the end, for there lies bad juju. Let us instead ponder on that beginningโ€ฆ


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