Ed. note: This post has dispensed with the familiar convention of only using M-alliteration in the title of a Malcolm Mask McLaren post; Homicidols Dot Com regrets this immediately.
I listen to a lot of music, as should be obvious. One of my favorite things about Fiancee is that we both consider “good chill time” to include alcoholic spirits and putting a record on the turntable. We sing karaoke, just the two of us, or on those rare occasions when we allow somebody to come over, we invite them to join us. We have a small pile of musical instruments that we’re not any good at but still like to pretend with. We argue about the satellite radio station on car rides of longer than a few miles. We listen to music while we create and often as a wind-down before bed. It’s really nice. Fiancee’s time to break from that is during work hours because she’s the kind of person who needs quiet to concentrate; I, on the other hand, need some kind of background noise to concentrate, as otherwise my brain’s trying to drive in several directions at once, I get antsy in my pantsy, sometimes even aggressive, etc. So what’s pretty much the first thing I do when I sit down at the desk in the morning? Pop open Spotify and/or one of my YouTube home pages (yes, I have several), and find something — preferably new — to listen to while I settle in.
Yesterday, that something new was from Malcolm Mask McLaren. The thing said it was called “ORANGE EP” which I got extraordinarily excited about, only to find that it is in fact only two songs, which is not really an EP unless it’s by like Bell Witch or something, but did I bite the bullet and take one for the team anyway? Yes. Which was easy — Malcolm Mask McLaren owns — and, I will spoil it for you, completely and totally rewarding: Continue reading