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Here is all you need this week: http://songbytoadrecords.bandcamp.com. It's a sampler album from a record label called, as you might guess, Song, By Toad.

On an average week I need to find around 32 mega new records to delight my ever-so fussy listeners with and these guys have kindly done half of this week's job for me.

For those of you that are lazy, the best of tracks on there are "King Korpze" by Lil Daggers, an exciting rock number that starts off sounding like it might be by the White Stripes but isn't; "Flittin'" by Meursault, which is only a demo so is kind of dirty-sounding and should probably stay that way; and "Yarvil" by Inspector Tapehead which is very pretty and my friend Matt says he doens't like. Here's a video of Inspector Tapehead in session for Song, by Toad:

 

If you don't like any of these, and I'll be strangely impressed if you don't, then head here: http://soundcloud.com/dreambeachrecords. I mentioned last week my love of the new Ngunni Lovers Lovers record and well, here are loads of tracks off the same label.

If you don't like these then I'm afraid you can't be saved . . . sorry.

Tom Ravenscroft's radio show is on BBC 6 Music at 9pm every Friday. He writes a monthly music column for the New Statesman and blogs here every Wednesday

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"On Crutches" and "At Thirty Three"

Two poems by Joe Dunthorne.

On Crutches


Are you trying to say
you never leapt from a spinny chair
into the backing singer’s arms
at the gender-neutral barber’s soft launch
yelling “for I am the centrifuge,
all densities find kin within me” at which point
she – ha! – totally caught you
then whispered something tender to your charming,
harmless mole and next thing
it was dawn in the playpark as you shoulder-rolled
in dismount from the tyre’s ecliptic swing
– shoeless, by now, you maniac – coming down weird
and hard on your ankle which shivered
but did not crack – ha! – ha! – and so, in fact,
I have no fucking idea
how you hurt yourself – probably in the shower –
you horrid, impossible man.

 

At thirty-three

I finally had the dream
where I made love to my mother.
I kept saying you are my mother
and she said I absolutely am
then she phoned my father
and told him everything.

 

Joe Dunthorne’s new novel, The Adulterants, will be published in February. His poems are published in Faber New Poets 5.

This article first appeared in the 25 May 2017 issue of the New Statesman, Why Islamic State targets Britain

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