The week has been better than most, but it still doesn’t stop me from being a prisoner of myself, trapped inside my own head. Every decision I seem to make about going out, treating myself to a purchase or generally doing something nice for myself is met with internal chastisement before the fact. The brain says: “Do I really need to do this? Do I really need to get this? Do I really?”
Even writing this thing. I’ve left it late again and don’t really have anything of note to discuss, so once again, I default on my persistently frustrating mental state. It’s a bit different this time, though. I know I can go against the wishes of my hesitant brain chemistry and go ahead with my own decisions in the way I’m probably supposed to. That’s the start, now it’s just a case of keeping it up to get used to it.
Like driving. The first month or so of solo driving after passing the test felt like a chore. Now, a few months on, it still feels like a chore, but at least I can sing along to music without thinking about it.
This is a treat for anybody who’s wanted to see the funky dance stylings of a topographical map. I’m finding this one a little bizarre since it simply repeats the band name when it comes to lyrics. Typically that would be more of an introductory thing, right? Not after you’ve been producing acclaimed and instantly recognisable dance music for decades.
Nevertheless, forget the sparse lyrics, listen to the noises, the bangin’ beatz and get down with your bad self. It’ll probably be the last chance we get before the winter sets in.
The Chemical Brothers – C-h-e-m-i-c-a-l
Jamie Walsh 
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