It was a lovely night and I was listening to Marc Riley, minding my own business, when the languorous ballad of a tune I had never heard before made my heart skip a bit. It was slow but heavy, with a hypnotic piano melody that sounded like something out of a short film in Paris je t’aime. Once out of my initial torpor, I frenetically searched for the song and my phone taught me that it was a local chap, Malojian, who had made me hold my breath so severely.
The song is called The Golden Age and it is part of an album released this year called Humm, which I have just purchased and cannot wait to receive. Humm has been praised by BBC Radio 6 Music DJs such as Lauren Laverne and Cerys Matthews, women I would blindly trust for their excellent taste in music.
The Golden Age has lyrics that will transport you back to the atmosphere of the 70s, of dimmed lights and cigarette smoke dancing in the air. The consistency of the drums and the melancholy of the piano both open your heart in two and keep you paralysed at your desk. Every time you press play you accept that for the next five minutes your focus will solely be on the music and nothing else, because you won’t be able to move and you won’t be able to think, except to let your mind lose itself in dreamland.
This tune might provoke an out of body experience but you’d be wrong to say no thank you.
