I thought I was an alien…

My good friend Stu and I have spent a LOT of the past year listening to, talking about and buying music. I have a rather acquired taste in music, nevertheless, a large section of my collection has been spent in Stu’s room whilst he sifted through piles of cd’s accepting and rejecting and discovering a world of previously unknown gems. I like to think I have a knack for recommending music to others. But it’s not often that people can persuade me with their own finds. Only on rare occasions has a friend enlightened me, presenting me with something so special I have to make it my own. M83 being, probably, the most significant example…

But as we drove around Manchester yesterday I found myself constantly distracted by the eccentric sounds of Soko. I remember Stu had seen her live a few months ago and had enjoyed the quirks and intimacy of an indie concert. If she really did think she was an alien, as her album title suggests, I feel I may have missed out.

The cd playing in the car though was plenty fun enough, though. It’s an odd album that chops and changes, almost whimsically. Fast, slow, soft, hard, up and down. The lyricism is almost confusing, but entirely suited to the sounds of a potential paranormal schizophrenic.

I like patterns, and despite the massively diverse range of my eclectic collection, I am remarkably consistant with the kind of sounds I tend to enjoy most. So I like it that Soko sounds like a mixture of Nouvelle Vague, the Knife, The Kills, and Kimya Dawson. I enjoy being aware of music, and it’s been interesting to note how my taste has developed over the years. It’s a passion and something that I feel is entirely worth putting real time and effort into. I enjoyed sharing notes on music with Stu and have enjoyed the discoveries he has made and shared with me. Not least Soko, who may or may not have been an alien.

You should check her out too…