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BEATS OF LOVE 

62. Som Nayme by Bruno Berle 

WHEN WE were cobbling together a fanzine with a free CD and charging a packet, Luke was giving his effortlessly superior one away free. Electric City's impassioned scribbles and great graphics pretty much already did what I was aspiring to do. No CD mind. 

I can at times find myself indifferent to Luke's many online ramblings, but when he enthuses about music, I take notice. He has got very good ears. This LP is, as Luke rightly exclaims, 'spiritual, transcendental, and magical' and yet feels oddly familiar. Its spirit is apparent on the opener and by track three, transcendency has been achieved, but the magic really starts to happen on the closing two tracks on the first side. 

Bruno's highly expressive search for beauty in part showcases his innate musicality, and in part his enchanting voice, especially before this track, his very own take on West African highlife, which reveals something magical. 

Something is still sat alone on the couch but something other worldly has happened and something else is transported to a vividly alive beach by these rich strings and by the oddly calming chatter.

I had a thing to do list a mile long today, but who in their right mind would tend to chores rather than play this beautiful record on repeat all day instead?