Album of the Day: Killing Joke - Killing Joke
There’s a great groove going off throughout this album. I wasn’t expecting that. 1980 was a bit of a No Man’s Land for post-punk. Killing Joke’s debut makes a decent stab for what was possible.
Faith No More managed to stretch out a whole career based around this album. I usually despise the extra packaged songs bolted on to a CD. But the Dub mix of Change is a killer.
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Thunder for Tuesday morning. Which was rather inconvenient as it coincided with the timing for my planned swim.
I got my head down and pressed on with some work.
Gilles Peterson kept me company in the AirPods. He dropped Dylan’s It’s All Over Now - a strange choice for GP. The connection was that the bass is played by William E. Lee - Spike’s old man.
I never knew that.
I finally got round to reading another Brixton gentrification article that was sent my way. It’s a long read, and a little rambling. Some decent points are made. The Hondo Enormo-Tower could be the final nail in the coffin.
The thunder disappeared. I was free for a run. I decided to take the Weird Wiv winter route. Running along the estuary was likely to be a little muddy.
The fields were parched, despite the downpour. It was a sticky run with the sun starting to burn off the earlier damp.
It was also a slow run. Strava tells me it’s the slowest I’ve completed the University 10km loop this year. I blame it on the humidity.
Homegrown strawberries complimented the Bran Flakes for a late breakfast. Along with the raspberries, they deliver year in, year out.
I gave my FUCK OFF cactus a once over. I’m still trying to shift the BEAST on eBay. It’s a weird one.
The cactus continues to grow as I continue to feed it each morning. This has led to some ferns growing around the foot of the cactus pot.
Ferns and cacti shouldn’t be the best bedfellows; damp and dryness. I appear to have hit upon a winning formula. I still can’t shift the bastard.
There was also some traces of pigeon blood in random spots along the kitchen floor. I thought I had cleaned up after Dotty’s latest slaughter at the start of the week.
Some external work training was delivered from the other side of the world after luncheon. The modern interweb continues to amaze me.
The Dulwich Paragon gilet re-appeared on eBay. I had bought this last week, only to find the lying seller cancelling the order as it didn’t achieve the price he expected.
I put in a cheeky offer on the re-listing, not at all expecting the lying seller to bite.
But he did. He accepted the offer, but then cancelled it less than a minute later.
Like I said - he’s a lying fucker.
I tried to shift another batch lot of cassettes. I’ve streamlined what I want to keep - mainly hip hop, reggae and post-punk from ’85 to ’89. I’d rather sell the others as a job lot than have multiple trips to the Post Office.
Dulwich teased with an imminent announcement on season tickets. The tweet said that they will be cheaper than last year - which is a good job seeing as the the Hamlet were relegated.
I’ll probably renew.
Attention turned to The Test late afternoon.
Cricket. Bloody hell, etc.
A buggered off back to S Ldn to watch Surrey in the Hit ‘n’ Giggle. I opted for the YT stream whilst lounging around on the settee.
