Trouble - Zeds Dead
Shock Your Feet - DeLix
Dilo Como Yo (Te Están Llamando) - Chico Mann
In The Cut - The Aggrolites
Silence - The Joint
Believers In Medicine (feat. Matt Duckworth) - Rainbows Are Free
Dancing - Vomit Supreme
Black And White - Kill For Company
The Loser - Black Sugar
A Million Cells - Miracle Days
Honky Tonk Popcorn - Pacific Rhythm Combo
Give It Up - Orgone
I Hope - The Moods Manchester
Leafless - Taser Puppets
Circuits - The Ventriloquists
Drivin Sideways - Kill City Creeps
When Harmony Comes - Mark Burgess And The Sons Of God
Wildfire - SBTRKT
Poem:
41. ‘No worst, there is none. Pitched past pitch of grief’
Gerard Manley Hopkins
NO worst, there is none. Pitched past pitch of grief,
More pangs will, schooled at forepangs, wilder wring.
Comforter, where, where is your comforting?
Mary, mother of us, where is your relief?
My cries heave, herds-long; huddle in a main, a chief 5
Woe, world-sorrow; on an age-old anvil wince and sing—
Then lull, then leave off. Fury had shrieked ‘No ling-
ering! Let me be fell: force I must be brief’.
O the mind, mind has mountains; cliffs of fall
Frightful, sheer, no-man-fathomed. Hold them cheap 10
May who ne’er hung there. Nor does long our small
Durance deal with that steep or deep. Here! creep,
Wretch, under a comfort serves in a whirlwind: all
Life death does end and each day dies with sleep.
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