Joe Goddard

The eternal swoon-master, Joe Goddard, has returned with a slice of fresh, warm electronic delight.

His new album, Electric Lines travels through a diversity of funky, soulful, scratchy, grimey, bass-driven noise. And it is good.

I tend to opt for the rollicking. Clichéd Mulrine.

But the affectionate sounds of Home are happily pacifying my being.

From Here We Go Sublime

It is just over 10 years since The Field realised From Here We Go Sublime. And just over 10 years ago I wrote this about it:

The Field has somewhat fallen into my world from, I'm not really sure where.

And I am insanely grateful.

From Here We Go To Sublime is something I felt I almost stepped into. I felt I was wearing the sound and music as it filled my ears. It completely enveloped me from beginning to end.

I don't want to say too much on it.

Words may erode this piece of joy.

Only to add that I feel the same. I still listen to this album monthly, weekly, daily.

I want Everyday played at my funeral. Ta, future person who is organising it. Bigger thanks to Axel Willner. You'll never know...