and so. Just like the hunter becomes the hunted, the reviewer has become the reviewed.
Safely on silent in my pocket, my sinister phone was making noise on a friday afternoon. Even with the quivering capabilities of a stone, it sent good vibrations into the world, alert after alert, favourite after favourite, retweet after retweet.
I reflected upon this briefly, Shot Of Hornets: nice review, cheers!
strange, I don't remember reviewing those guys...
with meagre downtime I backtracked to that original tweet
January reviews. featuring Me.
on Misfit City? I was confused and concerned, I'd not written for this blog? Had they half-inched a recent review and reproduced it without permission?
Far from it.
Sat at the peak of the page was an earth-shatteringly glorious justification of why I create art. Digitally documenting my place in the world in words that astounded me. Such kind and uplifting words.
'anxious water-tank electronica'
'perpetually uncomfortable budget-tronica'
I feel I shall be using these as straplines for my music for a long time to come... superseding Akira The Don's beautifyingly bestowed 'Super-Ugly Beat-Stuffs' as my go-to quote of choice....
Yet could this also be a career peaking?! I brace myself for the Hunchbakk-lash to begin.