Gob

I had my troubled and troubling tooth extracted on Monday amid scenes that Dante himself would have baulked at. Four injections I endured. Four. I, supine and quivering, received an SMS text message about popular beat music from D after the third jab. The absurdity of the timing cheered me and helped me face the challenge of having such unpleasant surgery. I thank him. I was spitting blood for the rest of the day.

I’m enjoying the new Scritti Politti long player, White Bread Black Beer. I sense it will prove 'a grower' but I am already charmed by its sumptuous tones and breathy vocals. A week or two ago, Simon Reynolds wrote a glowing feature about Green Gartside and the new album which might be worth a look.