A week of Swedish Pop, in one way or another. Monday saw the release of the debut I’m From Barcelona set, and very fine it is too. Not that it has been my most played record of the week though, for that honour goes to Montt Mardie and his Drama set which I just cannot get off my mind. I love it dearly. Also his Science EP and in particular ‘1969’ with its string drenched yummery. Word is that the new album will have more of such strings and is surely my most eagerly awaited record since, well, my last most eagerly awaited record. Shame that the esteemed Jude Rogers didn’t mention Montt Mardie in this Guardian piece on Swedish Pop, but you can’t have everything I suppose.
In other Swedish Pop news, I’ve been embroiled in virtual fisticuffs (well, kind of timid, fey fisticuffs if truth be told) on the Cavern messageboard after asking if anyone felt they would like to see some kind of Swedish Pop night like what exists in London, Glasgow and Brighton. There was much gnashing of teeth and comments about how Exeter isn’t really that kind of town. Which was kinda my point in the first place, but meh.
Anyway, if truth be told most times I’d be happier getting out and riding my bike than being in a smoky cellar bar unable to hear anyone talk. Not that I’d be doing riding my bike at night of course, but you know what I mean. Perhaps once someone gets this smoking ban malarkey firmly in place then I can think about going to shows with more regularity. Or not. Probably not. But then I am grumpy old git, as many will testify.
Still, the valley up to Dulverton, which was my bike ride of choice today, looked lovely. Such a perfect mid September day, too. Just the right temperature and a whisper of wind. Sadly, however, a lot of roadkill around. Many flattened bunnies, several pheasants, a fox and various unidentified corpses. Kind of spoiled the mood a little, but heh, it’s the countryside. Death is all around.
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