So welcome to your sonics and sleaze. Dance like your last grind depends on it. This is the Best of ’22.
“The pedigree of production shocks no one. This is a no loose-thread album. Constructed with absolute precision…”
So right here’s the best of 900+ submissions that filled up my inbox since August. From punk through to ‘tronica, glitch through to grunge, from sweet pop and sugared American roots right through to dirt-laden trash…
“That bucket holding the Christmas behind me, it’s a well of loved memories to draw from. And as I sit in the living room he sat in, with glasses on just like he wore, with his slippers that I’ve now named as mine… I’m a placeholder, same as his new living state…”
“A head out of the swap with the shoulders still under isn’t the same as a clean bird’s eye view. I’m not looking down yet but I’ll get there. And I’m hoping that might strike a chord…”
“As with all things The Men there’s one question: Which iteration is your most preferred? All you suckers for Nuggets and Pebbles and Sleaze are guaranteed to find sinew to chew on…”
“Our natural defences set up as default, waiting for next bad to react to. Could this be our Catch 22? I experienced it, so now I expect? Is this why I link up the bad bits and seem to see everything as a threat..?”
“So if nothing else was gained about choices or boxes or survival techniques (or the wisdom or healing power of either), there is always the power of Rik Mayall. In his two-fingered anarchy we trust…”
“While the swamp settles in and the mud’s warm and easy, I forget, shit, I’ve actually DONE stuff. I kick myself for ignoring the joy that I’ve found creating and making and producing…”
“So let’s just give the fuck its banana. We may as well acknowledge its presence. And who knows we might even get on…”
Rats on the Run 