Flying - "Minors"

I feel like I've been living with this guy's voice for years now. I hear his voice in too-soft music at quiet parties, playing from roommates' rooms as I walk to the kitchen, in the earphones of friends who I ask to hear what they're listening to when they walk up to me in the street. But in a much different setting here. Now I'm excited. And he's joined by this completely psycho girl with a devil-grin and a jolting, flinging way of moving. She's pounding and throwing glitch all over the place, and then puts her fingers to her lips and plays the piano with her hair. She takes over the song, in the end, but it was her job. He's like the straight man, meant to be beat, but there's a right way and wrong way to be outshined, and he knows how to do it.

This album, Just-One-Second-Ago Broken Eggshell (yeesh) has a few great tracks on it. [Buy]

Tom Waits - "Bottom of the World"

See what I mean about Tom Waits? The moon is the colour of a coffee stain, he's eating Tilapia fischcakes and fried black swan, while dining with Scarface Ron. It's almost, in fact it is, quite hilarious how much Tom Waits is himself. And I wouldn't want it any other way. Although it's troubling that this is a perfect song to drink alone to. Looking from the bookshelf to the ceiling and back again, feeling the corduroy of the chair arms under your fingertips, trying to force tears out of your eye sockets, like so many fingers down your goddamn throat. [read the great little piece he wrote on Orphans]