My music consumption is pretty autistic. I get a melody, a phrase or a song stuck in the head. Or, occasionally, a whole album. Last week I was severely hooked on Pärt’s »Fratres«, and earlier this week I just kept playing the song »Jamelia« by Carobou over and over. I especially liked the shouty, expressive vocals towards the end. They ooze desperation and strong, taciturn feelings.

I was involved in voting for The Radio Dept’s singles, and I’ve listened to »Clinging to a scheme« since. And I went to their Stockholm concert last Saturday.
But it’s this week it happened for me. I’ve turn musically autistic again and can’t turn off. Don’t get me wrong, it’s lovely, cause it’s a remarkably good album. Perfectly balanced on the border between coldness and hotness. (One trick is the opening track »Domestic Scene«, which makes the album sounds refreshed time and again.)
They might tend to get too restrained on stage (I probably just don’t stand near the stage enough). But I can’t turn the album off. And I want to hear it again and again.