Murrrrrdeerrrrrrr That was supposed to be in a gruff Glaswegian accent. Currently the neighbourhood is swarming with important-looking people of a forensic persuasion; police officers and scientists in protective white coveralls. Little alphabetic cones pop up from the pavement, sinister party hats signifying a scene of heinous crime. Blood spattered obscenely, you want to turn away, walk back the other way, but intrigue pulls your head towards the sight. A man reeling out a tape barrier asks you to move past quickly.

Murder in the neighbourhood. A body's been found, slumped, dumped, in amongst the weeds and human detritus growing beside the dilapidated garages. Investigators mill in and out of the house on the corner, next to this action. The house where the tearaway boy and his tarty sister live. Everyone used to call the boy a psycho when you were young; he's about the same age, but never joined your playmates and yourself in play. Could he be involved? The imagination tries to decode the situation; insinuating and speculating in a creative overdrive.

It's a little perturbing. Right round the corner from your own house, too.

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In less morbid news, it's Friday, which means it's the weekend! Woo! I've been listnening to Elle Milano, who are proving incredibly catchy, gracing my playlist at frequent intervals. Punky, angsty, shouty rock, with lush boppy indie moments. Great stuff. With lyrics like "I'm sorry for being so middle class/ Spoilt little me with my head up my own arse" to shout along to, or "Oooh Beyonce, Beyonce baby!" to bop along to, bouncing across your bed like a loon, you can't help but be taken in by them. Must see them live soon, and you should go check them out too.

Check out Cut Copy too- an electro outfit, elements of Joy Division in there. Quite cool, but the album needs some patience to get the most out of it. Posted: 15-07-05 14:45 :: Permalink: http://ben.corale.co.uk/archive/v1/184.html

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