Tuesday, 25 November 2014

There is no app to share smells

I am thinking about smells. Different smells swoop in and out of our heads, registered by the numskulls filing all our arbitrary experiences and linking them with thin-spider web like connections to form very complex patterns. A process too complex for you or I to understand. Nevertheless, the numbskulls are darning up associations and likes and dislikes no doubt by way of a chipper little algorithm.

Yesterday I smelt something curious from the suitcase I have been living from over the past month. I followed slowly, the cord from the nostril to the neurone soup of the brain. The smell was waxy, calcified. Plaquey like a Yorkie bar or a Brazil Nut. Sweet a touch, like milk. A delicious smell, haunting the reverie of my suitcase.

I seemed to like the smell. However, it's source was unknown.

Wednesday, 5 March 2014

Lols all round

Lol Goodman and his band of gypsies requested an album cover for their highly anticipated album 'Tautology'.  I think it's the Tusk of their epic career.

Sunday, 9 February 2014


The Beatles, we all have an opinion on them.  "I hate Paul", "Ringo can't drum", "Lennon's a wife beater", "Which one's George?".

But do we actually have an opinion on them?  Think about work, when you're 'mad at someone for putting a file in the wrong place' or 'they've had the last tea bag' or 'they have fish for lunch'.  Are these genuine gripes pumping behind your eyes? Are you really summoning anger across the fabric of your brain? Or are you just deciding to talk about something. Deciding to ignite some sense of individuality in the now.  I think you'll agree that this is similar to having an opinion on The Beatles.

Daniel Bachman Phil Tyler, Irma Vep

A poster for Sam; good old Sam who lives with the other boys in the house.

Monday, 6 January 2014