Bookmarks is an fortnightly series of recommendations, recent addictions and subjects for further study.
Apologies for a delayed, and very brief Bookmarks — time and energy have been in short supply, so I’m letting this fortnight’s tunes largely speak for themselves.
Book ending this bookmarks is the late Daniel Johnston, composer of some of the most beautiful, disarming songs of all time; that gunk covered bedroom tape sound, that voice of pure uncomprehending woe, demons like many of us can’t imagine. We will miss him terribly. I hope he knew.
Gordon Koang is a South Sudanese refugee to Australia who plays my new favourite instrument, the Thom; he and his band lock into a unspoiled groove on Clap Your Hands.
June Jones‘ woozy, weighty, heavily accented — any vocal coaches trying to teach Australian tone need look no further than her pronunciation of “home” and “rome” — voice is a distinct cocktail, that I suspect you may have to be in the mood for, but when you are, I also suspect nothing else will do.
Sound and gospel from the arresting outtake from the Majestic Arrows (from the fabulous and properly named 2013 compilation Eccentric Soul) and the great Willie Scott.
I found the thumping, trappy hip hop of Injury Reserve difficult to ignore, but hard to love. Now I just find it difficult to ignore.
Oh, and Thelma Plum, because, of course.
Dancing to Architecture 