HOOD love is dead but never buried

.same procedure as for a couple previous posts: a song that's not at all reflecting my actual mood, but will quite certainly appeal to way too many beloved friends.

Chris Adams' genius project:

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HOOD the negatives (version)

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never forget, from time to time, to auto-inverse...

HOOD “The Negatives” (2005) von domino

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HOOD collapsing climate soul

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stay awake all night long and listen exclusively to Hood. turn out the light.

that's good.

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HOOD two left channels down; who needs enemies

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The last Hayfever- 7inch to be posted - no more have been released, sigh.

and they even managed to get Hood on one of their comps! not a big surprise, though, if you consider Hayfever's impressive discography...

more than ten years later, this fanzine is present in my emotional background. well done, guys.

listen.

buy!

HOOD crow blown west

Earworm's very first release.

and so many, many 'forever fall in my heart'-memories instantly present, like the smell of fusty wet leaves on a rainy late winter day. damn.

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HOOD useless

a clarinet on a Hood song - like the taste of a bacon-plum on a rainy, rainy day.

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HOOD sirens

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their first 7inch. eighteen years ago. oh yeah.



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THE DECLINING WINTER hey efd

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even though winter is only starting. it's always time for Richard Adams' music to come to your ears.

this 7" comes with a mini album on CD - probably THE indie-format of the future.

the tracklist from their unforgettable berlin show, last year:






listen.

buy as long as you can!


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HOOD girl called heaven

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this is a really old Hood recording. 1993, maybe even older. featuring MOVIETONE's and EMPRESS' Nicole on vocals.

not to be found on any comp.


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HOOD redundant

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fabulous six bands-split 7"- the third and final Rebound-release.

Hood do what they have to do.

you won't read any disappointed comment on Chris and Richard in this blog.


listen.


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HOOD the lost you

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read german? dig this review.
not much to add.

a modern hymn. to listen to as long as not all the leaves have fallen from the trees.

if not a relief, it still makes you feel alive to shout and move.


take any train, get out at any station. it doesn't really matter.





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HOOD john clyde-evans

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stop. and go. and stop. and go. and

or

fail. and try. and fail. and try. and fail.

listen.


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HOOD winter will set you back

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everything seems so close.

and, in the end (that is: everyday), remains unattainably far.

yes, i'm talking about sunsets and reputedly lived relationships.


listen.


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HOOD i've forgotten how to live

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pure Hood. half laconic irony, half offensive despair.

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HOOD the year of occasional lull

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yes, the cover is made from a barrel organ - tape.

Rocket Racer will remain.

this is a mid-phase-Hood-track.


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HOOD home is where it hurts

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Camille stole this song-title.

Hood have always been avantgarde.

their claim not to pay much attention to their song-titles and lyrics cannot hide the inherent literary self-conception.


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THE DECLINING WINTER york city three

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but, but... the season-transition hasn't even started, for christ's sake!

i don't care.

keeping up late at night. sitting in the kitchen room. listening to my two year old daughter's breath in the livingsleepingworking room. overwhelmed with sorrow and joy. and sorrow.

how can that be?

from their actual 7"-CD-release, to be posted next year:




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HOOD choosing a grimace

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their second 7inch. the second track has a different title on every single - 500 self-and beyond-referentials for one song. handwritten on each label.


how can one not fall in love with this band? be it only for a song-title like

i didn't know you were going to hit me in the face

to tell it in U.'s words: every Hood-song is a pop-song.
boy is she right.

"and i just don't love you"

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HOOD you shins break my heart

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on this split 7" with Themselves (on Rocket Racer), the affinity between Hood and Laughing Stock's Talk Talk becomes obvious. new grass is overtly sampled, but in a way that integrates it completely into the song.
a de-quotating decelerated thorough-bass, so to say.

this is a supa-dupa-limited edition, beside the commercialized picture 7". the cover here is made out of a 1920ies braille children's book, with a unique lacquer-print on it.
the most gorgeous artwork i've ever seen, even by Hood's standards.


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HOOD failed medic

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THE 7" band par excellence.

for you german-reading guys, check the Hayfever-article.

if there was something to remain as a present memory from my pre-college years, it would be every single hood-piece of music, of sound.

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