Hodge & Peder – ‘All My Love’

You ever felt you’ve run so fast that you lost control? Cycled precariously, and so your core swayed like a small boat on a big wave? Dropped a knife and jumped for the stars?

One day, did you realise how immense nature spread out beneath your feet? Witness something you made grow independently? Emptied by the disinterested eyes of an animal?

Both of these instances are out of our domain, they are reflexes, instinct, an entwined, single product of two hundred thousand years of hunting and breeding. I wish our ancestors could say ‘your welcome’ because I’d love to talk to them. The struggle is so hard against them now.

Lonesome thrill-seekers enter arenas of adrenaline and dopamine, the fuels of fear, hysteria, and ecstasy. Entropy manifest in human form. Random, energy burning with a finality postponed by fleeting escape. They who are lost to the winds fly for as long as the winds blow.

Grounded types embark onto groupthink stations, acting as one and becoming each other in the shape of acceptance. Acceptance of an indeterminate rebellion against our own personal demons. Exhilarating in its own way. We’ll watch the sun set together.

The rejection of our primordial selves resonates through the ages. How ‘civilisation’ has inflicted terminal inner worlds upon us has wrought obvious devastation, resulting in inevitable suicide.


Surrender to your instincts and lose your body to the natural rhythm of the language you speak. Dance to your mother’s walking rhythm as she carried you in her womb. Step in time to your ancestor’s heartbeat.


I’ve been listening to techno for a nearly a year now; its drive, resonance, pace, flight has been engrossing and a sheer pleasure to explore. There’s little unanimity within myself as to what track I should have placed in accompany with a bleak post as this. No irony is lost on me as I post Hodge & Peder‘s 2017 track ‘All My Love’. Enjoy.


Kendrick Lamar – DNA

The people of Kyoto are similar to British people I’ve been told. We’re polite, not friendly. We think a hollow offer is better than the impoliteness of allowing a conversation to end. ‘Well, you simply must stop by whenever you’re next in the area.’ ‘We should get together again and I’ll cook my famous lasagne!’ ‘I’ll get us a round next time.’

In what naive world does the recipient of this formality swallow its bitter untruths? In light of the recent barbarism affecting the island’s shores, of course they stick together, Sherlock and Holmes, Mary Shelly and Frankenstein’s Maker, and yet, our imperial history and frank coldness to other’s suffering is undeniable. Hospitality was always a make-way for gains, or avoiding losing face. A burden upon an unwilling host. What’s remarkable, and atrociously British, is we invite it on ourselves.

It’s as if we like to suffer our own personal torments. It’s ecclesiastical. We drive forward prolonging our terror with the face of a knowing, dry humour diverting from a ‘woe is me’ character to something deemed ‘good’ = although we hate it we can’t help but be ‘good’. Is this a noble spirit?

There’s a custom in Kyoto that brings this all to mind. A meal of rice with Ocha (green tea) poured over it is a specialty from the Kansai area, and particularly Kyoto city, there, it’s called ぶぶずけ (bubuzuke). If a visitor is offered this dish when he’s arrived at a friend’s house, without due notice, he knows he is certainly unwelcome. The offer of hospitality is a rebuff.

In the British reinventions of etiquette, we appear to pride ourselves on transparent self-flagellation. When the Japanese read the air,  they barefaced shame the guilty into inaction.

It’s interesting how similar devices are utilised under different constraints.


A video from Kendrick’s latest. It has bright spots and slow burners, and all the while he’s had a real hot streak since GKMC, this can’t not come off as a disappointment. Away from the single Humble, and its bizarre video, this tune comes in a top 3 spot off the record.