Connolly’s Corner

  • ๐—–๐—ผ๐—ป๐—ป๐—ผ๐—น๐—น๐˜†โ€™๐˜€ ๐—–๐—ผ๐—ฟ๐—ป๐—ฒ๐—ฟ – this week: ENID (A letter to my grandmother) – Kyle M Watson

    ๐—–๐—ผ๐—ป๐—ป๐—ผ๐—น๐—น๐˜†โ€™๐˜€ ๐—–๐—ผ๐—ฟ๐—ป๐—ฒ๐—ฟ – this week: ENID (A letter to my grandmother) – Kyle M Watson

    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˜ฟ (๐˜ผ ๐™ก๐™š๐™ฉ๐™ฉ๐™š๐™ง ๐™ฉ๐™ค ๐™ข๐™ฎ ๐™œ๐™ง๐™–๐™ฃ๐™™๐™ข๐™ค๐™ฉ๐™๐™š๐™ง) – ๐™†๐™ฎ๐™ก๐™š ๐™ˆ ๐™’๐™–๐™ฉ๐™จ๐™ค๐™ฃ


    Charles goes back two generationsโ€ฆ


    Parents. We canโ€™t avoid them. We canโ€™t ignore them. They are always an important and major part of everyoneโ€™s life. For some, they are very much around whether you want it or not. For others, they are a memory. Some of us will love or have loved our parents. Some will love one and resent the other. It is rare to not be close to at least one of them. But the one thing none of you will feel for them is nothing. There is a connection. We all have this in common. Grandparents on the other hand, well, this is where correlations are hard to draw. Many of you will be (or have been) very fond of your grandparents. Very close indeed. But others of you will have barely known them. This is the biggest genetic problem with them: they are usually so bloody old! Bit of a shame, not to mention a bugger. Theyโ€™re usually the nice ones. The lenient ones. The ones who let you get away with things that your parents wouldnโ€™t allow. Why? Because they want to be loved, and they want to see the love in the childโ€™s eyes. And because they never have to deal with the aftermath of little Tommy eating too many sweets:


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  • ๐—–๐—ผ๐—ป๐—ป๐—ผ๐—น๐—น๐˜†โ€™๐˜€ ๐—–๐—ผ๐—ฟ๐—ป๐—ฒ๐—ฟ – this week: Epoch 2140 – Mercury Teardrop (feat. Rosalie Sonsalla)

    ๐—–๐—ผ๐—ป๐—ป๐—ผ๐—น๐—น๐˜†โ€™๐˜€ ๐—–๐—ผ๐—ฟ๐—ป๐—ฒ๐—ฟ – this week: Epoch 2140 – Mercury Teardrop (feat. Rosalie Sonsalla)

    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™ฅ๐™ค๐™˜๐™ 2140๐™ˆ๐™š๐™ง๐™˜๐™ช๐™ง๐™ฎ ๐™๐™š๐™–๐™ง๐™™๐™ง๐™ค๐™ฅ (๐™›๐™š๐™–๐™ฉ. ๐™๐™ค๐™จ๐™–๐™ก๐™ž๐™š ๐™Ž๐™ค๐™ฃ๐™จ๐™–๐™ก๐™ก๐™–)


    The plot thickens as Charles moves forwardโ€ฆ


    Each and every week, I not only have to pick a song to review, but I have to work out what in Godโ€™s name Iโ€™m going to talk about. The good thing is, I can talk about absolutely anything. The bad thing is, I can talk about absolutely anything. There are no real limits. Only that it somehow has to tie in with the song (or the artist). There have been many songs that I have been close to writing about, but the song itself has given me no obvious lead or plot. You know how I write these things – not a standard review, really. And so, it got me thinking about writing in general. I write things about things that artists have written. Writing about writing. It made me think about THEIR writing. Or more specifically, their lyrical plot or even title. This could frame the feel of the music, and it could also have nothing to do with the music – a certain contentious style of juxtaposition. Happy music, sad lyrics. Happy title, moody music. But usually things just fit together to complete and compliment one another.


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  • ๐—–๐—ผ๐—ป๐—ป๐—ผ๐—น๐—น๐˜†โ€™๐˜€ ๐—–๐—ผ๐—ฟ๐—ป๐—ฒ๐—ฟ – this week: Ethereal – Buyer Beware

    ๐—–๐—ผ๐—ป๐—ป๐—ผ๐—น๐—น๐˜†โ€™๐˜€ ๐—–๐—ผ๐—ฟ๐—ป๐—ฒ๐—ฟ – this week: Ethereal – Buyer Beware

    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™ฉ๐™๐™š๐™ง๐™š๐™–๐™ก – ๐˜ฝ๐™ช๐™ฎ๐™š๐™ง ๐˜ฝ๐™š๐™ฌ๐™–๐™ง๐™š


    Charles is lost for wordsโ€ฆ


    You know when youโ€™re speaking and you suddenly pause because youโ€™ve either forgotten what you were going to say, or youโ€™re not quite sure how to say what it was you were going to say? You know when youโ€™re struggling to find that specific word you mean, but canโ€™t get the word? When you come up with a list of words itโ€™s not, leaving out the only one it is? Isnโ€™t this annoying? It happens to me all the time. In fact, itโ€™s one of the reasons these โ€œreviewsโ€ take me so damned long. I will suddenly freeze and search my brain for that word. Itโ€™s not that. Itโ€™s not this. Itโ€™s not that either. Great! Well, thatโ€™s whittled it down a bit. Not very helpful knowing what it isnโ€™t. For a small man, my head is sometimes quite cavernous. That is to say, it echoes like an empty aircraft hangar, as I wonder if that wiggly thinking machine has gone on holiday without even letting me knowโ€ฆ These words though, how do we manage to catalogue them all in some sort of order? How do we remember them all? How and why do we summon one particular word over another? And why do we so often fail to do this?


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  • ๐—–๐—ผ๐—ป๐—ป๐—ผ๐—น๐—น๐˜†โ€™๐˜€ ๐—–๐—ผ๐—ฟ๐—ป๐—ฒ๐—ฟ – this week: Ease Your Day – James Hawken

    ๐—–๐—ผ๐—ป๐—ป๐—ผ๐—น๐—น๐˜†โ€™๐˜€ ๐—–๐—ผ๐—ฟ๐—ป๐—ฒ๐—ฟ – this week: Ease Your Day – James Hawken

    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™š ๐™”๐™ค๐™ช๐™ง ๐˜ฟ๐™–๐™ฎ – ๐™…๐™–๐™ข๐™š๐™จ ๐™ƒ๐™–๐™ฌ๐™ ๐™š๐™ฃ

    Charles apologises to James in advanceโ€ฆ


    Dzieล„ dobry! I have just come back from a holiday, of sorts. Having not been anywhere in three years, the displacement was well overdue. The last time I went away, it was Poland that was unfortunate enough to have me. Specifically, Warsaw. So for a change, I decided this time to go to Warsaw. I know. Call me old fashioned. โ€œYouโ€™re old fashionedโ€. Yes, yes, well done. But in fact, it is because up to this point my relationship โ€œarrangementโ€ has been an unusual one. My girlfriend of 8 years (the relationship, not the girl, just to be clearโ€ฆ!) is Polish. We have spent the majority of our relationship apart. Alone together, together alone. Not easy. This has been for various reasons, but I will not bore you with the details. I will bore you in other ways entirely. So! Aside from being able to see my lover again, this particular trip was for my girlfriendโ€™s sisterโ€™s wedding. I have been to few weddings, and I have never really been a fan. There is usually something very forced, artificial and uncomfortable about them. This one, however, was rather more nerve-racking than usual. I donโ€™t speak Polish, and they donโ€™t speak English. And I was due to be meeting most of her family for the first time. Good, God. But itโ€™s a holiday nevertheless, so I can enjoy it, right? Well letโ€™s seeโ€ฆ


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  • ๐—ฃ๐—ฎ๐—ป๐—ฐ๐—ต๐—ฎ๐—บโ€™๐˜€ ๐—ฃ๐—ผ๐—น๐˜†๐—ด๐—ผ๐—ป – this week: Europe in the Summertime – Charles Connolly

    ๐—ฃ๐—ฎ๐—ป๐—ฐ๐—ต๐—ฎ๐—บโ€™๐˜€ ๐—ฃ๐—ผ๐—น๐˜†๐—ด๐—ผ๐—ป – this week: Europe in the Summertime – Charles Connolly

    Welcome all to ๐—ฃ๐—ฎ๐—ป๐—ฐ๐—ต๐—ฎ๐—บโ€™๐˜€ ๐—ฃ๐—ผ๐—น๐˜†๐—ด๐—ผ๐—ป, the multi-faceted feature where Pancham_b reviews our usual reviewerโ€™s own music releases. Here, Pancham delves into Charlesโ€™ latest single, featured on the ๐™‰๐™š๐™ฌ ๐˜ผ๐™ง๐™ฉ๐™ž๐™จ๐™ฉ ๐™Ž๐™ฅ๐™ค๐™ฉ๐™ก๐™ž๐™œ๐™๐™ฉ playlists.


    ๐™€๐™ช๐™ง๐™ค๐™ฅ๐™š ๐™ž๐™ฃ ๐™ฉ๐™๐™š ๐™Ž๐™ช๐™ข๐™ข๐™š๐™ง๐™ฉ๐™ž๐™ข๐™š – ๐˜พ๐™๐™–๐™ง๐™ก๐™š๐™จ ๐˜พ๐™ค๐™ฃ๐™ฃ๐™ค๐™ก๐™ก๐™ฎ


    Charles Connolly emerges from behind the curtain, wearing a fedora the colour of his soul, a megaphone in one hand, and a drumstick whittled into the shape of an emaciated femur in the other. He puts the megaphone down after yelling โ€œJetโ€ into the void, and plays a one-handed Toccata and Fugue on a calliope, while marking time on an old tin can of Campbellโ€™s Soup with his femur drumstick. He wears clothes the colour of falling evening, and the music is glorious, and otherworldly.


    Listening to the introductory bars of Charlesโ€™ new single โ€˜Europe in the Summertimeโ€™, I think, for a brief brilliant second, that it is opening with a calliope. An elegant Black Plague waltz. This could only mean that Charles has finally taken up his pre-destined role as carny barker and bone machine musician, singing not to the faceless tasteless crowds, but to the many many faces of the dark, some with teeth and some without. It is, instead, an accordion, but it is still quite lovely, evoking a war-torn Vienna and Matt Elliottโ€™s beautiful ode to drowning to death. The song bursts into life at the twentieth second. A small fading part of my soul wishes that it had instead tumbled deep into a well, where if you fall deep enough, and you fall some more, and then you keep falling, eventually you will see the universe, replete with exploding supernovae, reflected in the brackish water. But this feeling is short-lived, as the the rest of the song kicks into gear, and as with all of Charles Connollyโ€™s music, this has the appearance of what the kids these days call a โ€˜bangerโ€™, but as with all of Charles Connollyโ€™s music, there is always something deeper to discover if one delves deep enough. On a first listen, to me, the song evokes loneliness, spiritually empty fun, Brexit, and the deep-rooted modern incapacity to be alone, thereby seeking to experience fun almost aggressively once these pandemic restrictions have been leavened. It could also, theoretically, be a vacuous pop track, danced to and forgotten after a couple of cocktails, but this is Charles, a masterly subtle craftsman and I would argue, a great obfuscator of meaning and as I get more and more inebriated while listening to this tune, the layers do become somewhat more apparent.


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  • ๐—–๐—ผ๐—ป๐—ป๐—ผ๐—น๐—น๐˜†โ€™๐˜€ ๐—–๐—ผ๐—ฟ๐—ป๐—ฒ๐—ฟ – this week: Every Single Night – Vicky Rai

    ๐—–๐—ผ๐—ป๐—ป๐—ผ๐—น๐—น๐˜†โ€™๐˜€ ๐—–๐—ผ๐—ฟ๐—ป๐—ฒ๐—ฟ – this week: Every Single Night – Vicky Rai

    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™ซ๐™š๐™ง๐™ฎ ๐™Ž๐™ž๐™ฃ๐™œ๐™ก๐™š ๐™‰๐™ž๐™œ๐™๐™ฉ – ๐™‘๐™ž๐™˜๐™ ๐™ฎ ๐™๐™–๐™ž


    Charles talks pop, pop and more pop.


    Last week we were in Ancient Rome. Itโ€™s time to go back to the future. Great Scott (!), I converted too many watts into the flux capacitor! I meant, the present – with a hint of things to come. Within the last week, Coldplay released a new album. It has been pretty much universally panned by the press, but will inevitably reach number one and be massively successful. Being a huge fan of the band however, after only a couple of listens I personally found it rather special. I love upbeat pop and I love their darker more classical side. This is predominantly a โ€œpopโ€ album with an emphasis on the future, space, aliens and all things cosmic. And of course, that vital source of energy for the days not yet lived: Love. The first single from the album was released around 4 months ago. Its futuristic video was full of Chris Martin (their singer: for those of you who have been unconscious for 20 years) with his blue eyes, the most incredible graphics money can buy, and of course, dancing aliens. All quite silly and absurd, but utterly fun! The 80s have lately had the biggest comeback since, well, the 80s. Coldplay has gone heavy on this, but in a tasteful yet blatant way. More importantly though, it is space and the future that has made the biggest comeback of all. In the 90s it was all thought to be rather naff and old hat – we had delivered a man to the moon (for some reason) some thirty years previous. And we were kind enough to bring him back too! This โ€œnewโ€ obsession with space travel (by people even richer than I), paranormal activity and general thoughts (and worries) about the future have made many artists fascinated by it all. Some are using it as a tool to raise awareness about climate change or to make us remember that our โ€œworldโ€ is just one of many. But some just like to stick with our old favourite theme: love – with a beautiful dusting of modernity. A backdrop of scenery, if you will.


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  • ๐—–๐—ผ๐—ป๐—ป๐—ผ๐—น๐—น๐˜†โ€™๐˜€ ๐—–๐—ผ๐—ฟ๐—ป๐—ฒ๐—ฟ – this week: Fastnet – Dom Piperย (feat. Cactus Rose Collective)

    ๐—–๐—ผ๐—ป๐—ป๐—ผ๐—น๐—น๐˜†โ€™๐˜€ ๐—–๐—ผ๐—ฟ๐—ป๐—ฒ๐—ฟ – this week: Fastnet – Dom Piperย (feat. Cactus Rose Collective)

    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™ฃ๐™š๐™ฉ – ๐˜ฟ๐™ค๐™ข ๐™‹๐™ž๐™ฅ๐™š๐™ง (๐™›๐™š๐™–๐™ฉ. ๐˜พ๐™–๐™˜๐™ฉ๐™ช๐™จ ๐™๐™ค๐™จ๐™š ๐˜พ๐™ค๐™ก๐™ก๐™š๐™˜๐™ฉ๐™ž๐™ซ๐™š)


    Charles is all at seaโ€ฆ


    Last week, I somewhat misjudged things. I didnโ€™t do anything wrong or bad, I just simply made an error of judgement. Call it a misunderstanding. I wrote an entire mini-episode of the TV sitcom, Cheers. I thought it was a safe bet, and that perhaps 80% of my readers would know the show. It turns out it is more like 30%, including people from America, Canada and Britain. Which amazed me. I thought it was possibly the most popular TV comedy after Friends. Evidently I was wrong. What amazed me more however, was certain people completely misunderstanding. HUGELY. Three people thought I had simply copied and pasted the script of an episode. Two of those three said they remembered the episode!! And then there was one chap who thought I had actually been given the opportunity to write a new episode of Cheers, and that I had decided to show the whole script in a review of a song. Yep, that sounds totally plausibleโ€ฆ! The nice thing about all this, is that it shows I evidently wrote it realistically. The sad thing is, some people evidently donโ€™t read properly. Due to popular demand (I assume), I will NOT be writing a whole episode of another TV show most of you have never seen. I put the โ€œNOTโ€ in uppercase for the skim-readers who might have thought I meant the complete opposite.


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  • ๐—–๐—ผ๐—ป๐—ป๐—ผ๐—น๐—น๐˜†โ€™๐˜€ ๐—–๐—ผ๐—ฟ๐—ป๐—ฒ๐—ฟ – this week: Fate Once Found Me / Four Falls – Nicholas Karl McNally

    ๐—–๐—ผ๐—ป๐—ป๐—ผ๐—น๐—น๐˜†โ€™๐˜€ ๐—–๐—ผ๐—ฟ๐—ป๐—ฒ๐—ฟ – this week: Fate Once Found Me / Four Falls – Nicholas Karl McNally

    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™ฉ๐™š ๐™Š๐™ฃ๐™˜๐™š ๐™๐™ค๐™ช๐™ฃ๐™™ ๐™ˆ๐™š / ๐™๐™ค๐™ช๐™ง ๐™๐™–๐™ก๐™ก๐™จ – ๐™‰๐™ž๐™˜๐™๐™ค๐™ก๐™–๐™จ ๐™†๐™–๐™ง๐™ก ๐™ˆ๐™˜๐™‰๐™–๐™ก๐™ก๐™ฎ


    Charles is taking sidesโ€ฆ


    To make up for last week’s “lazy” article, I will be doubling up this week… What is a single? I mean these days. It used to be a shiny black groovy platter with a great song on one side, and a very mediocre one on the other. This disc was 7 inches in diameter. I will skip over cassette tapes. Then came the CD. The CD single usually had two or three (or occasionally seven) songs on one side (usually one being decent), and no songs on the other. The disc was 4.75 inches in diameter. I will skip over downloads. Now we have streaming. It is ubiquitous. A modern single for streaming services has no sides, and no diameter. It usually has one song. Usually not that great. There is something so sterile about releases these days, especially when it comes to single singles. No backside, no B-side, and nothing to hold. There isnโ€™t even a barcode to ruin what would have been a perfectly good design. But speaking of design, its cover measures roughly 2 inches on an average sized phone screen. Do you think the cover of Sgt. Pepper would have been devised had it been designed for a canvas of 2 inchesโ€ฆ?


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  • ๐—–๐—ผ๐—ป๐—ป๐—ผ๐—น๐—น๐˜†โ€™๐˜€ ๐—–๐—ผ๐—ฟ๐—ป๐—ฒ๐—ฟ – this week: Freaking Out – Shahiem

    ๐—–๐—ผ๐—ป๐—ป๐—ผ๐—น๐—น๐˜†โ€™๐˜€ ๐—–๐—ผ๐—ฟ๐—ป๐—ฒ๐—ฟ – this week: Freaking Out – Shahiem

    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™ง๐™š๐™–๐™ ๐™ž๐™ฃ๐™œ ๐™Š๐™ช๐™ฉ – ๐™Ž๐™๐™–๐™๐™ž๐™š๐™ข


    Charles has misplaced his marblesโ€ฆ


    This is the official week of love. Worldwide. Well, it contains a certain lovey-dovey day, anyway. Blooms and box of chocs at the ready? Almost certainly. Sometimes things just work au naturel. Boy meets girl, boy falls for girl, girl falls for boy. And they live happily ever after. Noyce. It does happen, I must assure you. But sometimes itโ€™s not all that easy. Very often it is one-sided to begin with. Boy meets girl, boy falls for girl, boy loses mind over girl, girl looks on, girl likes to tease, girl eventually rips heart away from boy because girl thought it would be funny. Romance at its finest! It works well in films, but in real life it is tragic. And usually in films it will end with boy getting girl, and girl seeing error in girlโ€™s ways. In real life, boy is left with trauma, and girl moves on to another victim. This isnโ€™t a boy vs girl piece. It could easily be the other way around, but I am simplifying things by not going the route of โ€œboy/girl meets girl/boyโ€ etcโ€ฆ. It could get pretty confusing and, frankly annoying.


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  • ๐—–๐—ผ๐—ป๐—ป๐—ผ๐—น๐—น๐˜†โ€™๐˜€ ๐—–๐—ผ๐—ฟ๐—ป๐—ฒ๐—ฟ – this week: Furgรณn – El Proyecto de Jorge Pendiente

    ๐—–๐—ผ๐—ป๐—ป๐—ผ๐—น๐—น๐˜†โ€™๐˜€ ๐—–๐—ผ๐—ฟ๐—ป๐—ฒ๐—ฟ – this week: Furgรณn – El Proyecto de Jorge Pendiente

    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™ช๐™ง๐™œ๐™คฬ๐™ฃ – ๐™€๐™ก ๐™‹๐™ง๐™ค๐™ฎ๐™š๐™˜๐™ฉ๐™ค ๐™™๐™š ๐™…๐™ค๐™ง๐™œ๐™š ๐™‹๐™š๐™ฃ๐™™๐™ž๐™š๐™ฃ๐™ฉ๐™š


    Charles speaks but one languageโ€ฆ


    Andiamo! Despite my blood being decidedly foreign (not meaning I am ridden with germs), I am English. I mean, I was born in England, and have been here all my life. That makes me English, at least in the modern way of viewing things. Right? Well my foreign ancestry takes me back to two other places in the world. My native heritage lies in Italy and Ireland. Or Ireland and Italy, so as not to offend. I believe I am still roughly half English, but it may be less. I am not about to pay a rather large fee for someone to analyse my blood to find out. I donโ€™t care enough. I am who I am, and that is fine with me. England is my love, and so is the English language. But I also feel a huge warmth and fondness for pretty much anything to do with Italy. I also quite like Guinness, when the time is right. And U2. When the time is right. But predominantly it is England that wins my heart. Paddy’s Day is universally known and celebrated. On Saturday it was St. George’s Day, otherwise known as England Day. Did you know? Would you have known if Google hadn’t told you? โ€œEnglandโ€ and โ€œEnglishโ€ are pretty much seen as dirty words here in London. I canโ€™t think why. It saddens me. Everyone should be proud of their own nation. Almost everyone. Ooh! Contention! Joking, of course.


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