#mydeath

Just ordered my own Death 🥺

❝     oh,  fuck off.     ❞          the heat spirals off her tongue straight away,  twisting her mouth into wryness.     it’s all it knows to do     :     she shook off the burden of small talk and gracious conversation a long time ago,  courtesies stripped off and abandoned like any other skin of hers     (     a nasty habit.     somehow not the nastiest.     ).     in its absence,  she narrows her eyes at vitya.     she believes him,  sure enough,  and simply denies him the pleasure of knowing it.          ❝     no,  you didn’t.     like,  i’m sure you wanted to,  but c’mon.     i’m not buyin’ it.     i don’t think you have it in you,  frankly.     you’re a fuckin’ teddy bear.     ❞         exaggeration for exaggeration’s sake     :     even she can’t keep a straight face at that.

❝    oi        ──────        i    brought    tha'    stuff    you    asked    me    for.        d'you    want    chocolate    or    caramel    ?    ❞                                    

‘  reassurance  is  totally  key  so  thanks  for  that.  ’    she  tumbles  through  those  words  (but  tumbling  rather  than  stumbling  is  also  totally  key  so  thanks  for  that).     ‘  is  there  more  that  you  were  meant  to  say  there?  ’     she  shakes  her  head  with  the  disbelief,  rolls  her  hands  all:  HURRY  UP  WE  DON’T  HAVE  ALL  DAY  /  I  REALLY  CAN’T  BE  HERE  TUMBLING  THROUGH  WORDS  LIKE  I’M  THE  ONLY  ONE  WITH  COMMON  COMMUNICATIVE  SENSE  ALL  DAY  EITHER,  SO  JUST  TALK  ALREADY.     ‘  anything  else.  like  almost  anything  else?  any  kind  of  addendum,  no?  ’

perhaps    2D    should    start    being    more    mindful    when    he’s    with    his    russian    friend.        it’s    easy    for    him    to    fall    into    the    depths    of    his    own    mind    ,        to    zone    out    when    nothing    else    has    stolen    his    attention        ──────        and    that’s    exactly    what    has    happened    as    the    cigarette    between    his    lips    burns    away    ,        song    lyrics    swirling    busily    through    his    mind.        he’s    just    barely    putting    together    a    loose    verse    when    the    rolled    paper    is    plucked    from    his    lips    ,        successfully    ripping    2D    from    his    jumbled    ,        musical    thoughts    and    bringing    him    back    to    reality.        dark    eyes    fall    upon    the    visage    of    vitya    as    the    man    takes    a    triumphant    puff    from    the    smoke.            ❝    oi    !        ──────        if    you    wanted    one    ,        you    coulda    just    said    so    ,        ya’know.    ❞            it’s    with    a    pout    that    he    fishes    another    smoke    out    of    his    pack    on    the    bedside    table    ,        placing    it    ‘tween    his    lips    as    he    leans    in    to    light    it    off    the    cherried    end    of    vitya’s.                                                                          

I’m a big Scott Walker fan. This may be his first solo album, but it’s the fifth one to appear on RandomRecordReview. Following his success with The Walker Brothers, it must have been quite a shock to his teeny-bopper audience to hear him sing Jacques Brel covers and others with a distinctly ‘European’ vibe. By that, read on the maudlin side, with a hint of decadence and existential angst. This was 1967 after all. It’s a transitionary album, that won’t sound so shocking to modern audiences (compared to say, The Drift) and no doubt he hoped to bring his audience on this creative journey with him. That’s achieved by drenching the production in Phil Spector’s ‘Wall of Sound’ technique. Once he and Angela Morley (nee Wally Stott) stop doing this after Scott 2, the overall sound palette of his solo albums improve immeasurably. This solo debut features three of Scott’s original compositions – Montague Terrace In Blue, Such A Small Love and Always Coming Back To You. The first of these is the best and a highlight of his early solo years; it’s interesting to see his development and confidence in his songwriting as his solo albums proceed. FOR FULL REVIEW & PLAYLIST CLICK LINK IN BIO #scottwalker #scott #montagueterraceinblue #jacquesbrel #mydeath #intheportofamsterdam #angelamorley #vinyl #recordcollection #nowlistening #nowplaying #randomrecordreview https://www.instagram.com/p/CFaKW_LJXYW/?igshid=tlxxglu6lw21

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