Martin Carr editou este ano “New Shape Of Life”, o terceiro disco sob o seu nome e o segundo através da Tapete Records. Aqui explicou-o faixa a faixa.

I step through the glass and meet up with Mandy on a rain soaked field in Wales. We smoke a joint, her chest hurts but she is loud and funny, funny and loud. She gets married on top of a hill and then the van comes and we are left to carry on without her. Northing changes on the outside, not really, but inside she becomes a place, a sad/happy space that we can visit whenever we want. She is there but nowhere and she is everywhere but here. On we go.

Chaos and confusion.

The benefits of automation have not been shared with the people whose jobs they had cost.

Waking up, reflection, breakfast. Disaster on the news. The mirror.

Oil painting of a fisherman in his tiny boat. His hungry family wait on the shore but he will return empty handed.

More reflections and oils. Francis Bacon, stuck in a loop. Marijuana is a reflective surface.

Thanatos twinned with sleep. The Dullahan calling out your name. Little Pete, King Yama, The Van.

I’m standing on the side of the road one long slow tail of a day, still warm and so quiet. From nowhere The Van pulls up alongside. It is old, it is new. It idles beside me with a low hum, perfectly toned. The door slides open and there is an outstretched hand before me.