that only happens once every few years.
Sat at my computer, next to my decks, with a beer, I put on Harry Pussy's Ride a Dove LP, for the first time, on fuck off big headphones, really loud.
It wasn't even very long. 30 minutes at a guess?
Its not like much I've heard in the past. I like noise. But this was intense.
It was by turns invigorating, exciting.
There were times I was loving it like I'd discovered the best kept secret in the world, and felt foolish for not knowing it before.
Then bewildering, disquieting. I was hanging in there.
By the end completely drained and exhausted.
But so glad of the experience.