I want to get wild, to walk away from a burning car and leave a fireball blooming in the desert sky. Sometimes I want to light up a cigarette in the middle of a crowded movie theater. Just sit there calmly puffing away while they tear me apart. I’m never sure what to do with these impulses, but maybe I’ll figure out how to channel them into something interesting when I’m back on the road. In the meantime, I’m working on my night driving soundtrack.
M83 – God of Thunder
Crossing off the days until the new M83 album drops in October. In the meantime, I’ve been digging into the catalogue of two new favorite labels, Downwards and Blackest Ever Black, to get my fix of grinding cold wave melancholia. In particular, see Tropic of Cancer:
Tropic of Cancer – A Color
A project by Camella Lobo and Juan Mendez (aka Silent Servant), Tropic of Cancer has been making some of my favorite late-night highway music this year, and I can’t wait to hit the road in a few days with The Sorrow of Two Blooms queued up with the windows down. See also Be Brave, esp. the Richard H. Kirk remix.
Any other suggestions along these lines will be much appreciated.