Orgone - Take You Higher
Death To The Strange - Piccadilly
The Mobbs - Demobbed
Froth - Sleep Alone
Lunatics on Pogosticks - Suicidal Vampires
Dante Elephante - Kogi
Santoros - Rabbits
Liam Finn - The Nihilist
Silverclub - Amorphous Electric
The Laurels - Wandering Star
Bright Eyes - Spent on Rainy Days
The Jesus and Mary Chain - Something's Wrong
Sun Kil Moon - Among the Leaves
The Molochs - Drink The Dirt Like Wine
A Place To Bury Strangers - Supermaster
MOVE - S.L.O.W.
The Two Tens - I Can't Win
Garden of Elks - Invisible People Are Their Own Reflection In The Water
Afrolicious - Horizons
Rik Warren - Change My Mind
The Ventriloquists - Blinders
In Midas' Country
by Sylvia Plath
Meadows of gold dust. The silver
Currents of the Connecticut fan
And meander in bland pleatings under
River-verge farms where rye-heads whiten.
All's polished to a dull luster
In the sulfurous noon. We move
With the languor of idols below
The sky's great bell glass and briefly engrave
Our limbs' image on a field of straw
And goldenrod as on gold leaf.
It might be heaven, this static
Plenitude: apples gold on the bough,
Goldfinch, goldfish, golden tiger cat stock-
Still in one gigantic tapestry—
And lovers affable, dovelike.
But now the water-skiers race,
Bracing their knees. On unseen towlines
They cleave the river's greening patinas;
The mirror quivers to smithereens.
They stunt like clowns in the circus.
So we are hauled, though we would stop
On this amber bank where grasses bleach.
Already the farmer's after his crop,
August gives over its Midas touch,
Wind bares a flintier landscape.