Gravity - Silverclub
Cubicles - The Mabuses
Tapeworm - Honeybunch
Bloodhounds on my Trail - The Black Angels
What Could Go Wrong? - The Girobabies
Hombre - Negratempo
Country Cousins - Suzuki Method
For Ex-Lovers Only - Black Tambourine
OK - Fujiya & Miyagi
Alright - The Monofones
Whiskey and Beer - The Maydays
Come On Stomp - Thee Vicars
Media Frenzy - Leeches!
The Drift - Bouts
I Can't Explain - DeStijl
Except Death - !!! (Chk Chk Chk)
Apron Strings - Working For A Nuclear Free City
by Sylvia Plath
Love set you going like a fat gold watch.
The midwife slapped your footsoles, and your bald cry
Took its place among the elements.
Our voices echo, magnifying your arrival. New statue.
In a drafty museum, your nakedness
Shadows our safety. We stand round blankly as walls.
I’m no more your mother
Than the cloud that distills a mirror to reflect its own slow
Effacement at the wind’s hand.
All night your moth-breath
Flickers among the flat pink roses. I wake to listen:
A far sea moves in my ear.
One cry, and I stumble from bed, cow-heavy and floral
In my Victorian nightgown.
Your mouth opens clean as a cat’s. The window square
Whitens and swallows its dull stars. And now you try
Your handful of notes;
The clear vowels rise like balloons.