Remember the American Surreal car chase sequence thing I did many moons ago on your Mississippi Bones thing? [and let’s just give pause to the fucking majesty of those guys for a moment…]

So. We’re in the slightly worse-for-wear Pontiac LeMans, on our way back from that whole thing, late in the dusty sticky hazy golden afternoon and we’re playing this album – Year of The Black Rainbow. I’m driving, screwed up face turned half away from the windscreen, one squinted eye open —

— Oliver, please, pass me my sunnies?

…sticking to the backroads so as to avoid any heat from the aftermath of the car chase, so the roads are shitty and we —

— Oliver. Sunnies. Please. I’ll need them back for a little bit.

…we keep going over a bunch of potholes, making you jump enough in your seat to knock your head on what’s left of the roof lining, causing you to throw me not only a few quite impressive swear words but also a fucking filthy look getting filthier with each pothole as you swipe my sunglasses off your face and jam-hold them in front of me before the next pothole delivers a better comeback than anything I can muster and, while I maintain a Poe face and don my sunglasses, I’m beaming on the inside because the funniest thing about the whole scenario is that each pothole causes your knee to accidentally skittle the shitty car stereo button, knocking the frequency from one really cool song directly into the next, like a peculiarly melded metallic track.

And that’s pretty much how Guns of Summer sounds.

A lot of the songs on this album have this quality to them actually. And it is a quality.

I loved all of these songs. Each for various reasons. I like how the singer sounds a bit girly and breathy. I loved The Black Rainbow the most I think. Its depth. Cyclonic. Also really loved Pearl of the Stars. Sounds a bit vampish*. I like the way his near-speaking voice sounds. I like the lyrics but I like the way the music changes pace. He curls his lyrics like females like to in try-hard Indy songs. But it completely works. I like how the songs all cut out. Like a vampire disappearing into the ether. Actually I couldn’t pick one I liked the most. I think I really love all of them. I didn’t expect to but I do. You’re right, they are peculiar.

Nice one – thanks Oliver. I’ve bought it.

— Here, you can have my sunnies back now, the sun’s lowered enough for me to locate this next pothole. Just to get us to the next track on the album. Ha. Oliver — that’s the filthiest look yet. Impressive.