Railroad's comin' through.
When?
Right now.

Waiting on the wrecking ball.

Terence Trent D'Arby's Neither Fish Nor Flesh

Post dinner music.

Comfort tunes.

I had a boot of this, the unSpectotized version on a cassette before this was released officially. How the fuck it ended up in my little podunk prarie town and in my hands I can't recall but it did. Tape is long gone but this 2009 CD sounds glorious tonight. I'm letting it be. Oh yeah.

Help!

Courtney Barnett
The Double EP: A Sea of Split Peas

Tonight's listen.
It's boiler suit Pete, skeleton John, fringe Roger and mad Moon.

Alexi Murdoch
Towards The Sun

It's been years. This is much better than I remembered.

Sir Duke

Well loved ring wear.
Clear sound.

Special release on 180 microgram glass. Owsley approved.

The sound of The Sonoran.

Devolved

Evening listen.

Taking a slow dive.
Everything is alive.
Morning toe gaze music. I'm shoeless.

A little light evening listen.

Put the message on the box
Put the box into the car
Drive the car around the world
Until you get heard

Swell Maps eat The Holy Modal Rounders

I fell right into the arms
Of Venus de Milo

Straight edge.

Rockin' around with Petty and The Heartbreakers

Evening tunes
Kosmische Music
Faust
IV

1969. Emergency.
2025. Emergency.

Tonight's escape pod, a brilliant album from 1969.

Peak pub rock.

Beach Boys escape pod, for one night.

It's not when. It's now. Full on fascist authoritarianism.