Don’t talk about the process.
Don’t talk about the detritus.
Don’t make references to the past.
Don’t make references to what might never happen.
Don’t get personal.
Don’t repeat yourself.
Don’t attempt to describe the music.
Don’t attempt to engage with the music.
Don’t give up.
Do reinforce key words. My Bus. Our Life In The Desert. My Bus. Our Life In The Desert album review. Onomatopoeia Records. My Bus – Our Life In The Desert, a new album out now on Onomatopoeia Records and available via Rough Trade Records, among other places.
Do not lie.
Do not repeat. Do not do what I am about to do:
My Bus are Joe Cassidy and Gary McKendry. As Butterfly Child and Papa Sprain respectively they were restless parallel adventurers in the early days of UK dream-pop. They released EPs for AR Kane’s label H.ark! and then for Rough Trade. They blazed radical trails for music, burned bright and then faded away. Now they have combined to form My Bus. Our Life In The Desert is one of the richest and most emotional dream-pop entities of any era. They combine Gary’s love of dissonance and Joe’s love of melody/composition. It is a deeply nostalgic record born out of love and a friendship across decades.
Do not be ambivalent in your praise.
Do not leave your readers in doubt as to your opinion.
Do not attempt to match the metre of the music in the metre of your prose.
Do not leave spaces for others to fill in.
Do not leave these spaces.
Do not leave those spaces.
Do not give up.