In some far off place
Many light years in space
Sun Ra and his Myth Science Arkestra's Cosmic Tones for Mental Therapy and Art Forms of Dimensions Tomorrow (1963)
I’ll wait for you.
Where human feet have never trod,
Where human eyes have never seen.
Sun Ra's Space is the Place (1972)
I’ll build a world of abstract dreams
And wait for you.
Sun Ra's Space is the Place (1972)
From the liner notes of Sun Ra’s Monorails and Satellites (1968)
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Sandinistas are a democratically elected government which originally led a popular revolution to overthrow a dictatorship based on slavery…
The Clash's Sandinista!, Kings Cross Station, Euston Road, Camden, N1
US foreign policy could be best defined as follows: kiss my arse or I’ll kick your head in.
From an interview with Harold Pinter in South Magazine (1988)
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And for once it’s an LP that deserves to be played from start to finish; sure there are bumps and detours along the way but somehow these are part of the appeal. The first four tracks will knock yer sideways, and by the time you hear Phil Daniels holler “Oi!” in his role as guest parky on the knockabout title track you will know this is no ordinary LP.
Blur's Parklife, Walthamstow Greyhound Stadium, Chingford Road, Walthamstow, Waltham Forest, E4
It’s a mess, all over the place, no song blends easily into the next, they all jar into each other like some home-made compilation chucked together when you were pissed.
Blur's Parklife, Walthamstow Greyhound Stadium, Chingford Road, Walthamstow, Waltham Forest, E4
And so a buttery pop tune like ‘End Of a Century’ is followed by the spiky punk attack of ‘Bank Holiday’ and then a spot of trad German ‘oompah’ drinking music. (‘The Debt Collector’). On paper it sounds like hell, in practice it’s joyous – a band prepared to have a laugh, to forget about the pomposity that surrounds the music business.
Blur's Parklife, Walthamstow Greyhound Stadium, Chingford Road, Walthamstow, Waltham Forest, E4
Amid the mayhem it takes two plays before you discover the album’s two true gems – the John Barry/Walker Brothers epic ‘To The End’ and the languid ‘Bedhead’ – which is kind of like discovering a fiver in a jacket you haven’t worn for months.
From Johnny Dee’s review of Parklife for NME (1994)
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