Being a record of the ruminations, ramblings and obsessions of a Hound of the noblest breed (or so His Lordship claims, anyway). The focus being on dark music and culture, style, spirituality and - naturally – Basset Hounds.
Welcome to the chronicles of Lord Bassington-Bassington, coming to you from Little Storping in the Swuff – a quaint place located somewhere between England’s Lake District and the outskirts of the Norwegian capital.
This is intended as a log of His explorations of music, books, films and so on. I, your humble chronicler, is merely His Lordship’s secretary.
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Easily the most exciting new neofolk band, Cult of Youth continue to tickle Lord Bassington-Bassington's musical tastebuds.
Cult of Youth's relatively recent, eponymous album on Sacred Bones Records is a rare blend of neofolk and hardcore punk energy that probably has been spun 100 times on the turntable here at Bassington Manor.
There's even been a very stylish video made for one of the tracks.
Their latest seven inch on Blind Prophet Records is also a small gem. But then, every Cult of Youth release is worth the money.
But it's live that Cult of Youth really seem to shine, because that's the arena where the restless energy projected by front man Sean Ragon really comes into its own. So here's a live rendition of one of His Lordship's favourite tracks from the album.
In a world of derivative, boring neofolk acts bands like Cult of Youth is what makes the flame still burn in the hearth here at Bassington Manor.