Kid Narco

My team of assistants have been working tirelessly moving my hi-octane drivel to @kidnarco.bsky.social. This account will now close. Fuck you Musk.

Two iPads, no sync.

So the Autechre live bundle is indivisible and includes gigs like the Barbican which I’ve already paid for once? Not cool, Warp.

Unrelenting daily psychic blight, how we’ve missed you.

Latest Boomkat tape sounds like that fella who used to bang his head with a tea tray.

The fact that it is even close suggests that America is a failed experiment.

Listening to the Sydney gig. About twenty minutes in it sounds like 23 Skidoo and Mary’s Operation. Fab.

Great canter through the Jones catalogue. bbc.co.uk/news/articles/c4gz…

Now playing. Wild, atonal rare Morricone cuts. Very nice.

Intriguing. Leeds bus station bosses apologise for mysterious ‘terrible’ smell.

Very nice writing on Don Henley’s Boys of Summer. thequietus.com/opinion-and-e…

Paint me like one of your French girls.

Well. I really liked the ‘wet floor’ hazard sign on the spaceship.

Fuck it. Gonna watch Alien: Romulus. I know it’s the same old dance but at least it won’t be a ponderous fright-free snooze.

A deluge of Nightjars.

How charming that this arrives on Halloween.

I saw Pierre Henry play a gig in Iceland. He was fabulously grumpy.

I’m trying to read this. It’s a bit turgid. The slightly stale whiff of Glastonbury High St.

Toothache. Weighing the merits of hitting myself in the face with a hammer.