A friend of mine, known as Þorfinn to many (no, not
thorfinn, this Þorfinn has been known as Þorfinn for far longer than Thorfie has) has turned me on to a band called Porcupine Tree.
What can I say, but that what I have heard so far is mind-bogglingly good. On The Sunday of Life... especially.
Radioactive Toy is a magnificent piece of music. Remembering that I'm not a musicologist, nor a musician's armpit, but the chords and chord progression, the tempo, it's just generally bloody brilliant.
Space Transmission, where God only has a few brief moments to tell you how he has been imprisoned on Earth in the dark for millennia, while the devil asks why people worship God and not him...
Linton Samuel Dawson... is almost but not quite entirely indescribable.
Swallows Dance Above The Sun.
Look, it won't be to everyone's taste. But it should be.
What can I say, but that what I have heard so far is mind-bogglingly good. On The Sunday of Life... especially.
Radioactive Toy is a magnificent piece of music. Remembering that I'm not a musicologist, nor a musician's armpit, but the chords and chord progression, the tempo, it's just generally bloody brilliant.
Space Transmission, where God only has a few brief moments to tell you how he has been imprisoned on Earth in the dark for millennia, while the devil asks why people worship God and not him...
Linton Samuel Dawson... is almost but not quite entirely indescribable.
Swallows Dance Above The Sun.
Look, it won't be to everyone's taste. But it should be.