"I didn't expect the Spanish inquisition" and other stories

Daily Disclaimer:

Please note that this is going to be a lengthy article that requires patience. Not only that, actually, it's also going to raise many different questions. So, if you're impatient or don't have divided attention, be warned: it's not going to be easy. For either of us.

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For starters, let's state the obvious. The subject of this installment of BDSM is unpopular music. In other words, the absolute opposite of popular music (which is also going to be tackled in this article). It is, in fact, unpopular for a reason. Many reasons, actually, the main one being that it doesn't get any promotion in the mass media, whereas Miley Cyrus, Rihanna, Justin Bieber get all the hype. While it used to make some sense in the past, as pop music of the 70s/80s was actually listenable for the most part, it appears to be rather counter-intuitive in the current era. My question is: What the fuck happened? Is this what we are? That's two questions, actually. "Amongst our weapons!..."

Ha, I tricked you into thinking this was going to be just another stupid rant about how terrible the society has become, meaning how poor we, the elite, crème de la crème, are marginalized and oppressed by stupidity and aggressive consumerism. Now, there's a little bit of that already, haha, well... Still, the real question is "Why did this happen?". And another one is "Is there any correlation between popular music and state of society?" Can we judge the society by the stuff it listens to? And last but not least, "Why do we call this era postmodern and how no one seems to remember that?" That's a fair share of questions, yet they're all linked to each other, I swear. The answer to the first one is easy and convenient if you happen to be a lefty. To cut a long story short, as I'm not an expert, the society is corrupted by capitalism. Your status is determined by wealth and everything is subordinated to ownership of goods, position or even people, as we're always happy to objectify others. Resulting from this state of affairs, that has been around for the last century, is the devoid of finer feelings, divided society we live in. Many people go with the flow, some try to oppose it, but most are too poor to even care, "Hold your horses, bartosso, no one has ever come up with a better system!" Well, fine, it's a music blog, not a political one, so I'm not going to argue... even if I could... and I would win.

The society is not doing well, that must be obvious even to the most stubborn optimists out there. And that's where the second question gets in the way... and the answer is "yes, kinda". There is indeed a correlation between music that is currently popular and the state of society it is popular in, even though the connection is open to interpretation. Let's focus on the most shameful and disgusting branch of pop music that also happens to be most popular among the youth. All Satan's spawn seeping out of TV, radio and YouTube, you know exactly what I mean. Do the people behind all this have no trust in our intelligence? Do they have no conscience? Again, all that matters is money. "Kids are being brainwashed while we could at least try to show them that there's more to life than just sex and new iPhones?" Oh, no biggie! Let's fuck with these half-wits a little more! Okay, you probably think that that's always been like that and I just exaggerate, as usual. Alright, we always had, have and will have a population dominated by people that, to put it mildly, refuse to think for themselves. That's how it works. Still, there's always been a strong opposition to these trends, a noticeable minority that listened to rock music and opposed the system. Let's face it, rock played on the radio these days is nothing it used to be in the 70s/80s. The Beatles, Led Zeppelin, The Doors, Queen. All those bands were super popular all over the media. And now what? Muse? Coldplay? Arctic Monkeys? Oh, come on! When exactly did rock stop to be genuine, I wonder?

The answer is - it didn't. It still does what it used to do, and in fact so much more. The problem is that "true" rock went underground. As it becomes less and less engaged in social activities and more focused on consumption, the general public can go without good music. Good music has almost entirely vanished from the map of pop culture. Okay, we have this ever growing indie pop scene that is somewhat encouraging but still. The world has changed. Artists that push the envelope are numerous and more varied than ever, but they have to strive for survival in a world that has no interest in them. We live in a postmodern age, an age of adventurous experiments, crossovers and general eclecticism. Music has reached the point of discharge as every genre fulfilled its potential. Chamber classical mixed with extreme metal and jazz? Here you go! Black metal and shoegaze? Dream pop and atonal noise rock? Why not! Anything's possible, so it's all the more depressing that so few are willing to enjoy that.

DE MAGIA VETERUM - The Deification

Eradication of Self

I hereby announce that Maurice "Mories" de Jong is a warped god of madness, instilling awe and terror alike in all those who dare venture into his realm. And let's get one thing straight, it doesn't get more intense than this. Trust me, I've heard a lot. If anything compares, it can only be another Mories' project like Gnaw Their Tongues, Cloak of Altering or Aderlating. There is, however, something utterly fascinating about this abyssal poetry, and despite its painfully cathartic impact on my psyche, I keep listening. 

The fourth album by De Magia Veterum is another experimental black metal journey through the realm of unfathomable darkness. Ear-splitting production underlies discordant glissandi and sonic outbursts of soul-stirring madness, but wait, there's more! With sinister sampling and breakneck rhythm patterns, Mories intensifies this, already extreme, experience. THE DEIFICATION is in many ways a blend of MIGDAL BAVEL and THE DIVINE ANTITHESIS. It's dense and soulful as the former and dissonantly chaotic as the latter. And there's also what's always been setting Mories apart from other fairly similar artists like Deathspell Omega and Blut aus Nord. I'm not trying to belittle their status in any way, but unlike De Magia Veterum, you can still follow their reasoning. Here, it all sounds as if it already existed as a boiling plasma within the creator's subconscious, and he converted it into sounds no man could normally conceive. Despite being consistent and meaningful, the notion of structured chaos doesn't really apply here. Structured chaos is liable to deconstruction and analysis. THE DEIFICATION is rather a poetic depiction of chaos as it really is. 

In many ways, this is a masterpiece and an unbearable sonic assault at the same time. Let's just say it's a great addition to your metal collection as it may expand your horizons to the extent you would never imagine possible. Remember though, no matter what kind of extreme music style you're a fan of, De Magia Veterum may be just too much for you, or something you will love with a bizarre, ravaging affection.

Me, Music and Musings #1

Daily Disclaimer:

Please note that in this installment of BDSM there's going to be extreme metal. But also some damn good jokes*. So, if you already decided to skip this one, reconsider. Please.

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No worries, no grumpy bullshit this time round. In Me, Music and Musings we're going to tackle all things un-pop and today, for the first time, I'm about to show you some of the most insane music ever created. And you're about to like it, I'm damn sure. Today's weapon of choice is A Forest of Stars. Let's smash some ears with the only psychedelic, steam-powered black metal band in the whole Victorian Empire.

This amazing video clip was created by Ingram Blakelock, a visual artist from the UK. As you could probably see, it's a rather dramatic depiction of friendzoning gone wrong [laugh track]. In order to make the whole story clearer and provide you with a background of sorts, let's have a look at lyrics of the intro track from A Shadowplay for Yesterdays.

Once upon a time there was a lady of no repute,
One Miss Crow, who, by force of a certain stranger,
had engaged in violent night-time actions, against her very will.

Resulting from this invasion came,
an aberration of desperation, a horror in all but name,
A stoop-backed boy, short of stature, violent by nature;
to be expelled from the womb in late November.
A fast track to sorrow in a world bred slow.
From foetid seed, a poison tree with a venomous bark did grow.

He was to work all the hours his sorry god sent,
a resident of fantasy, living a life of lament.
He was to have no living lovers, no-one on who to depend.
Yet his friends were to call him Carrion,
the friends inside his head...

The protagonist of the above mentioned album is the stoop-backed boy whose mother was a prostitute raped by a stranger. He lives is a world of fantasy where he pictures himself being the puppetmaster of all men in the industrial Yonder Town. He obviously can be quite effective in the real world too, as you could certainly see. What's even more important, though, is that the lyrics on this record seem to be way more direct and less obscure compared to the previous albums by the band. Let's give a listen to a track from Opportunistic Thieves of Spring.

Sound's heavier, punchier, rawer and the whole thing leans more towards black metal and doom metal rather than folk. Even though both albums are excellent, one can instantly notice that the band has slightly softened and diversified their sound. I gave a more positive review to the latest album by the band, but I remember reading Les Justes by Albert Camus while listening to Opportunistic Thieves of Spring and let me tell you, they created an amazing couple. The atmosphere of the album is simply amazing and it just goes so damn well with the grim and dramatic story set in tsarist Russia.

A Forest of Stars is just one of numerous obscure bands that just wait to be discovered by demanding listeners around the world. If extreme music doesn't scare you and psychedelia is your cup of absinthe, give this band a shot.

Also, consider checking out my reviews of the albums: SfY review, OToS review

* - That counts as one...

Deviants, masochists and metal aesthetics

Daily Disclaimer:

If the epitome of metal is Iron Maiden for you... what? I've used this disclaimer already? What can I say, I just don't like this band.

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Before you kill me, I'll just say that I actually somewhat like Iron Maiden, I'm just a kind of person that would say anything to seem cool and ironic. Basically a kind of person you wouldn't like to know in real life. I have an excuse, though! I'm sick, I sleep eight hours a day and another ten at night, waiting for something to happen. If I'm to be completely honest with you, this blog marks a transitional phase in my life as I learn to accept my health problems despite their life and hearing impairing implications. I have to accept them. Not because I need it to feel better. It's just that after two years of treatment, surgery and inconclusive diagnosing, I feel like resuming my life would be a good move.

I know, I know, it was supposed to be about us, not me. I didn't plan this outburst, I hope all two people who read this won't hold a grudge against me... The question we asked in the previous installment of BDSM was, more ot less, "Why do we like extreme music?". The answer is partly expressed in the question itself (oh how clever!). Extreme situations is what thrills us. Why would people watch thrillers, read horror books or gather around car accidents like idiots, if not for the excitement? It's obviously directly connected to our morbid curiosity and I think at the very basis, that's what gets us hooked on extreme music in the first place. Still, music compared to movies, books or real life situations, is abstract. Yeah, sure, Cannibal Corpse lyrics (and cover arts, for that matter) are not particularly abstract and I bet some people find this aspect of their art very exciting. Still, even if you leave aside the conceptual basis of the music, it's still extreme. That's where another thing kicks in - letting oneself go. Extreme music is liberating and helps us relax. It's funny because it usually has an opposite effect on those who don't like it.

Okay, but what about those who find the music not only liberating but also beautiful. If you get shivers down your spine upon hearing a Gnaw Their Tongues track or an emotional arrhythmia while listening to Meshuggah, you're one of those freaks. You are one of these sick deviants that listen to atonal noise and still somehow look like a birdwatcher surrounded by nightingales. That's not normal! I mean really, peeking at birds, come on! So, anyway, we are willing to sacrifice social conformity and often part of our sanity just to explore that music and experience something extraordinary. Or maybe it's just that only extreme modes of expression are capable of conveying the full spectrum of human nature? All that we know about, all that we accept, but also things we'd rather forget about or don't even know exist in our subconscious? Knowing and accepting all that shit we have inside is part of our evolution. And yes, we're talking metal here, but also avant-garde jazz or RIO, or chamber music. All music that challenges your limits, opens your mind and forces you to give in to it, is extreme.

Nowadays, especially nowadays, in the postmodern age, extreme music is a perfect artistic vessel to express things otherwise inexpressible. Bands like Kayo Dot, Unexpect, Cloak of Altering, Thy Catafalque, however different they are, all aim at transcending the borders of art in order to achieve the ultimate goal - ecstasy, freedom, spiritual unity of body and mind. Without dogmas, prayers, or masturbation. Just you and the sounds. And when the silence comes, you're a changed man.

Metal and independent thinking

Daily Disclaimer:

If the epitome of metal to you is Iron Maiden and nothing heavier than this is listenable, skip this one. You'd look at this text like a dog being shown a card trick. Just kidding, go on.

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I hate statistics. Mostly because there's a significant gap between required amount of critical thinking to interpret them and the actual intelligence of people doing it. Still, a friend of mine once told me that there's been a study about correlation between music preferences and intelligence and guess what. People listening to metal are apparently, allegedly more intelligent STATISTICALLY than your average rocker or popper (my word for pop music fans, but also THIS). Ha! You listen to metal, right? You feel better now? Don't get excited just yet.

So, why is that? Why would we be so awesome, you ask? Isn't it obvious, we're outcasts, living on the edge! I started listening to metal when I was around 12 years old. I remember having a Judas Priest and Overkill cassettes from my cousin and played the shit out of them. Mostly of Painkiller, actually, since Overkill bothered me greatly. I listened to Metallica and System of a Down too. And when I was 14, my girlfriend introduced me to Slipknot, my first extreme metal band. Yep, whatever we might think of Slipknot now, they were pretty extreme back in the day. Then I realized Slipknot sucked, I discovered Opeth and my whole life changed. So, anyway, you may think that my music tastes made me an outcast but that's not true. I was one long before all that. And you know what the life of outcast taught me? Always think for yourself, don't follow the crowd, be yourself. Also: don't look'em in the eye, run before they form a circle, hide in the bushes.

According to the study, people listening to metal, and especially to the more underground forms of metal, are statistically more intelligent. I was stumped when I heard that. First of all, most of my intelligent friends (friends that were better at the sciences than me, for instance), didn't listen to metal. The only subject I was really good at was Polish (it's my native language) and history (kind of). I was writing high rated essays, basically. So apparently, from an educational standpoint, I wasn't especially intelligent. Just your average alienated kid that can't play football and hangs out with other alienated kids but they don't form any real group or subculture... although today we could easily be classified as nerds due to our fascination with tabletop rpgs. Whatever the actual level of my intelligence may be, assuming it can be accurately measured by those silly IQ tests, I think the word "intelligence" should be replaced with "independent thinking" in this particular case. We, people of both sexes listening to metal, often are independent thinkers. We listen to music that is harsh, raw, music that most people consider to be an obnoxious noise. We don't follow their judgement, though. We judge by our own standards. And that's the point: why do we consider an ugly, obnoxious noise to be enjoyable or even... beautiful?

Good question. I'll try to answer it in the next installment of BDSM. For now, that is all. Almost. Before you go... recent studies have shown that all kids are intelligent and everyone is born with a talent. Don't believe those who try to tell you otherwise. What education (and stupid parents) makes us loose, is the ability to think for ourselves. So, if you're young, don't let the education ruin you! If you're old and listen to some sick music, don't worry, you're fine.

MAUDLIN OF THE WELL - Part The Second

Maudlin farewell

As it is my 100th review on MMA, I shall celebrate by writing a really long, lousy review, freed of my usual hasty formula or any stylistic restraints. You will be bored, moved and bored again. Your time will be wasted with the only consolation being that I wasted even more of it myself. Let's do this thing!... as this paragraph is not long enough yet (that wouldn't look good on the main page, would it.) instead of ending it, let me talk succinctly about the final installment in maudlin of the Well discography. That's what we gathered here for after all. Part The Second was fan funded and it's an entirely independent work with artwork conceived by Toby Driver himself. For those who don't know, he's the mastermind behind all motW and Kayo Dot albums, as well as co-creator/co-founder of Tartar Lamb, Vaura and several other projects. He's a genius, what can I say. Along with Mories of Gnaw Their Tongues, he's my favourite avant rock composer. Speaking of avant rock, I've just realized my 100th review on a metal site is actually of a non-metal album!

Anyway, let's talk maths here. Part the second... but how? In half? Only two parts? Five? Or maybe, judging by the artwork, time is relative, and there's no substantial difference between one second and one day. These are just fragments of the same substance which is apparently infinite. If not for us and our limited perception, there wouldn't be any fragments at all as you can't see contours of seconds, minutes, hours ticking on the clock or years, decades, centuries gradually turning your body into atomic dust. Time's abstract. Yet still we managed to part it, rationalize it. Even though this album looks like it was conceived rationally and divided into 5 tracks, it's not. It's art and art hates rational thinking. Art is based on intuition and driven by feelings. Sounds pretentious? Well, we could certainly have a healthy discussion about what is art, what isn't or if it even is a real thing at all. I'm divided. It seems not to be a real thing but when I start to think it is, I consider art to be something that escapes rationalization. For now. Everything can be explained scientifically and surely will, yet for now there still are some gray areas when it comes to psychology and neurology. I'm glad there are. You have to live in a bubble in order to keep your sanity. However small the bubble is, you can't let it pop or you'll fall into a trap of trying to look at yourself from the outside of your own reasoning, which is obviously self-contradictory.

Okay, without going too far into metaphysics, that's what I believe music is for. Not that music, or art in general, has any other purpose than to satisfy the one who makes it. For someone who listens to music, however, it has potential to be a gate into a world where you can understand and feel yourself without falling back on verbal reasoning. Whether music excites you, makes you happy and euphoric or moves you and makes you depressed, that doesn't matter. What matters is that for this brief moment you're free of restraints of your consciousness. I think that's why people often use drugs to "open their third eye", although lucky are those for whom music works like one. As far as I am concerned, some music does. Part the Second does. All that I've written until now was inspired by the album. If your first thought while going through this review was "This guy's high as fuck", then Part the Second really works. I'm sure some of you would gladly see more substantial commentary on the album, though. Here you go. Part the Second, as any abstract work of art, is a grower. I didn't fall in love with it instantly but my subconscious had already known I would have listened to it again. We tend to call it "getting hooked", intrigued by something for vague reasons. That's because you're not yet aware of something your brain already knows.

In terms of influences, it's the most seamless album by maudlin of the Well and Toby Driver in general. Maybe it's just me, but I can't name more than one influence without hesitation. The album surely is inspired by chamber music. Its structure could just as well be described as progressive/postmodern in a broad sense, but chamber music seems more precise to me due to a prominent role of violin passages. On the other hand, it plays with pacing and repetition in a similar way post-rock does. Luckily, you won't experience any straightforward, full-on build-ups that plague post-rock music nowadays. Part the Second is more sophisticated than that and for that reason it may appear as less accessible to some people. Still, to those accustomed to avant-garde complexity, this will be a refreshing experience. Part the Second doesn't do anything superfluous. It's just as complex as it has to be and never gets heavier than it should. What I say may seem quite vague, but this record really sounds as if it were aware of itself. Every sound, every word is there for a reason and for no reason at all. "This guy's higher than I thought". Well, hear me out, please! I believe that the more brilliant the work you create is, the more difficult it is to explain the choices you made. It's called talent. And talent is an unpredictable asshole.

Oh man, I'm fed up with this review so much right now. Nobody's going to read something that long anyway, so why bother? Most certainly because I felt like 100th review was a good occasion to do something different. Part the Second is one of those albums I couldn't review in a decent way, anyway. It's an album that gets to you on a very personal level, almost as if it were addressed directly to you. As if you were the only one to ever listen to it. The world is abstract after all, so maybe you are the only one listening to it? Maybe all is just an illusion? Or not even that. Maybe the bubble you're trying to preserve is all you actually have? Whatever the case, the final effort by maudlin of the Well is a reminder that music... is a drug! Haha, good one, ain't it?! You didn't see that coming, huh? Please, if you enjoy experimental music of any sorts, listen to Part the Second and get high from the experience. But secretly! Seriously people! Music's gonna be banned if someone from Da Guverment reads this review. I have to go, spec ops are at the door already!... [beep beep beep]

KAYO DOT - Coffins On Io

Stellar!

Imagine a silver string stretched out across the room. Every of its seven segments is decked with objects of such a variety in shape, size, weight and colour, that they almost seem to be a random streak of elements, suspended magically in space. You can barely see what's linking them all. Yet every time Toby Driver and his ever changing team puts out an album, you instantly recognize who pulls that string. While Hubardo could be, as a last resort, described as a summary of all things Kayo Dot-ish, maudlin-ish and Driver-ish in general, Coffins on Io, just like Coyote before it, is a venture into new territories. 

However, while Coyote treads a bumpy path of chamber disharmony, Coffins on Io, instead of treading a path on foot, drives a Mustang '67 convertible along a desolate highway with southern lights in the night sky above. Every Kayo Dot album features a conceptual basis that provides the whole thing with a core. Even Hubardo was strangely consistent despite its eclecticism. Coffins on Io on the other hand is a rather focused effort... for this band. It is indeed an album heavily inspired by retro-futuro artists of the 80s, Vangelis to name just one. Equally noticeable is David Bowie's influence, especially thanks to Toby Driver's charismatic vocal delivery. You can also get some Joy Division vibes, especially in the second track. Brian Ferry also comes to mind. Generally speaking, songwriting is more minimal compared to the previous album and more focused on subtle evolution through repetition of themes. All that gives the album a quite psychedelic character. Still, somehow Kayo Dot once again escapes categorization and despite more traceable influences than ever before, it's still a band one of its kind.

Coffins on Io charms the listener with dreamy psychedelia and retro pop touches, but as any other Kayo Dot album it requires more than just your attention - it requires you to discover and feel the creative passion that boils just like the magma underneath the surface of Io. As your perception of the music evolves with time, the album does so as well, and before you know it, you're submerged in a polyphonic hell. And you know what? If this kind of hell exists, I'm going to sin as much as possible just to get there.

Coffins on Io, reviews and other astronomical anomalies

Daily Disclaimer: 

You have to know that Io is one of Jupiter's moons and one of the most hell-like places in our solar system, topped only by Venus (not sure about that).  We all know now after all, so no reason to stop you from reading the following mini-essay. Enjoy.

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I've been listening to the latest album by Kayo Dot for a week now (it was streamed legally before release, no worries), and I must say that it's... great. Review's on the way, what I am about to write here about is not one. Just some thoughts on the album and other stories that concern it to some extent. I hope.

One thing have been bogging me lately. If you went through my first essay about rating works of art, you know that my approach have evolved quite a bit. Or maybe not evolved, I just realized how futile some attempts at being rational were. I realized that saying that "it's good but not perfect" or that "I don't think it's as good as the previous album" doesn't really make sense. And you know what? I love Hubardo, the previous Dot, and I was even tempted to say that I don't think Coffins on Io is as good. But I decided I won't. It's different. And it's genuinely good, like swimming in a remote lake in the middle of the forest with the night sky above. 

I think writing an objective and detailed review with arguments backing every observation with profound knowledge is not, or shouldn't be the goal in itself, yet just one of the means to accomplish something much more important. These days a good reviewer is the one who's impersonal and objective but let's be honest, it's much harder to give yourself on a plate to the reader and then make him follow you with your writing without embarrassing yourself. That's why we don't do it. We don't do it because being emotional is not cool. Before we go any further, I want to say that I don't consider my reviews to be a good example of that approach. I try to follow this path, but I most often fail. I try to let myself go and try to capture the soul of the album apart from describing it with cold blood. Let's face it, though I'm not really that well versed in music and English is still a foreign language to me. I'm also pretentious which can potentially be repelling for some readers.

I remember reading a review by one of our most prominent reviewers on Metal Music Archives, a review of Gnaw Their Tongues' debut. I loved how in this particular review he crossed the line, broke the fourth wall and spoke for himself, exposed the thoughts that the album evoked in him. That leads me to an obvious observation that you don't have to be that deeply open every time, just don't stop yourself when you feel something. It makes of your review a work of art in itself, and there's nothing better than that.

Music, books and how to make them whole

Before I start, a disclaimer:

You have to be a reader and a listener in order to understand the following text. Please do not read if you can't (duh) and/or if you don't listen to music. In addition, kill yourself. No joke.

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Music. One word, countless feelings evoked. Ah, yes, so you came here to read something written by this guy that tries soooo hard. Here you go. Today's essay's about emotional/conceptual associations we make between books and music we listen to at the moment of reading. Most of it is just me rambling pointlessly, though.

The first time it happened to me was a long time before puberty. I think I was 5 - 8 years old at the time. I had a Disney book called "Hercules" and it was nice and shiny and colorful. It told a disturbing story of a ginger muscle guy and his anorectic girlfriend or whatever. Good stuff. Anyway, somehow I ended up listening to an M people cassette while reading the book. And even now, many years later, I still "feel the feel" of the book every time I listen to M people... which is never by the way, I don't listen to that crap anymore! So, I used to feel it, every time I listened to M people. And I still do whenever they pop up on the radio. It's just as if the music were a soundtrack to the story, regardless of how incompatible M People and Hercules might seem.

Another, maybe even sillier example, is Bjork's "Isobel", a track from Post. As an avid prehistory fan, I read many books about dinosaurs throughout my childhood. I knew "all there was to know" about these creatures. I was obsessed to the point where I saw them among the trees while looking through the car window, hell, I even used to walk around the house, pretending to be one! None of this is made up, I swear! So, anyway, I used to listen to Bjork quite a lot at the time, still do. And "Isobel" has become that one track I instantly associated with dinosaurs. In my infinite naivety, I actually thought it was ABOUT dinosaurs, running through the forest, majestically raising their heads above the treetops. How disappointed I was when I found out, many years later, what the track's name was (yeah, as a kid I didn't care much about titles) and what's more, that it's absolutely NOT about dinosaurs. I still love the song, though.

We tend to forget a lot of the good stuff we learned as kids, and only a few years ago did I realize that I could actually enhance my reading experience by listening to one album over and over again while going through a book. It creates a bond, it makes every book even more of your own, personal experience. Obviously it can't be just any album but rather one that you already know pretty well and like quite a lot. For instance, I've just read Murakami's Hard-boiled Wonderland and The End of the World, one of his most surreal books. Given how I had an awesome experience with Reisefieber by Mikołaj Łoziński combined with One Armed Bandit by Jaga Jazzist, I started to do this book-to-music thing on a regular basis. If it worked, I had this book "stuck" in the music for the rest of my life. If it didn't, well, I'd change the music or settle for silence. So, anyway, I listened to Kayo Dot's Coffins on Io while reading Murakami. And let me tell you, it worked great. Both the book and the album are amazing but they're even better as a duo. Kayo Dot gives you a sense of wonder, menace and psychedelia and that's exactly what you need to amplify the distorted, dreamy mood of Hard-boiled Wonderland.

I know it might not be the most groundbreaking thing and some of you have already tried this. Still, if you haven't, give it a shot: pick an album you like, album you think would go well with the book you're reading and give it a try. Bind the album to the book and keep it this way forever.