Closing song from CSI: Miami, Season 4, Episode 2. A chilled trance number with its enchanting “Nothing else matters ‘cos I need your love” refrain. Taken from The Tundra Works.

Available from amazon.com on import, though frustratingly not from its UK site, but the song has its own MySpace page where you can listen to it.

Hmm.. I think I’m going to have to retract my earlier views on Goldfrapp. But, I guess that’s not my problem. Rather, it’s the problem of those that choose the singles and the limitations of 30 second previews. In any case, Hairy Trees comes from Black Cherry, not Supernature.

Hairy Trees is like an extended shower gel advertisement, but it’s not merely chillout, it’s a supercooled chillout.

Blame it on an idle Saturday morning drinking coffee. I had no intention, honestly, of buying any music. Really. You have to believe me. I’m not an addict.

Lunik are a Swiss band. Their sound is varied, but centres around electro-pop with strong acoustic influences.

I listened to Flutterby this evening for the first time in months. It’s still as good as when I first heard it three years ago. She has a new one ‘in the can’ and is currently working out which will tracks will be singles.

Lyrics

Black Box Recorder’s third album, released in 2003 continues their darker, more personal, kitchen sink style of pop first created by Saint Etienne. Where their earlier albums were more guitar oriented or electronic, the style and the less breezy, sadder songs provided a clear separation from Saint Etienne.

Passionoia however sees Luke Haines, Sarah Nixey and John Moore storms headlong into the dancier realms that Cracknell/Stanley/Wiggs inhabit, including the name and location dropping. Keeping just the right side of the 60s that prevents things from becoming too twee or spacey:

“A pint of milk
A loaf of bread
A magazine
On special offer
Check the weather forecast
Buy a new umbrella
Send a text message
Take a shower
Meet me in the park
in half an hour”

Talk about the passion. Well, it seems everyone’s doing it. Some even know what passion means. This is what and how I feel about music. But the thing that shocks me most is this: although I have a huge music collection, there are still great musicians who I simply don’t know, some of which I will find some point later in my life, and perhaps many more I will never discover. And that last bit hurts me.

How can I love music so much and not have it all? Or maybe that’s the point.

Case in point last night. Another flick through the music channels on my TV. Came across this song. Imagine Daydream Nation era Sonic Youth with the shoegazing ambience of My Bloody Valentine (when sung by Bilinda Butcher). Mix in some shuffling drums, Nirvana guitars, a splash of piano and obligatory soft but strong vocals.

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This appears on her first album Failer (which you currently cannot buy on iTunes – although you can buy the follow-up Back to Me).

Kathleen Edwards is another Canadian singer/songwriter, born in Ottawa, but now living in rural Quebec. The first album starts off more countrified than the second album, but by the time Lone Wolf turns up, we’re into alt-country-rock territory. She writes songs chock full of tunes, with a more classical lyrics:

He was the lone wolf you could see it in his eyes
The way he held his heart the way he held his lies
Sometimes he’s just show up outside on the porch
And hour at a time like a lonely whore

She was a scarecrow the way she always looked around
For something she once had and never could be found
Time was on her side but she never kept track
All the hunters came and took her memories back

Once they met inside a dirty curtained room
And the rain fell down hard that day onto the tin roof
She said “I’ve seen you before, I’ve been looking for you
Better keep your heart close hunters are coming for you”
He said “I’ve seen them a hundred times and I always get away
Cuz you will never stop looking and I will never stay”

The lone wolf kissed her mouth like so many before
Scarecrow closed her eyes and then she closed the door
And the rain fell down on the tin roof when the hunters came that night
Stole all of her memories killed the wolf and all his lies