So that Longshank album I reviewed is one of the few things I go through that I think is likely to stand the test of time. I just don’t have time to give equal time to everything I listen to, and that surprises some people when I tell them. So I was thinking about it a lot on the Tube on the way to the pub, and life really is too short. Is there some sort of evolutionary reason for people to be awed by large enough numbers? It is always gives me what I can only describe as the heebie-jeebies, and suitably impressed with the tiny c***k of light in the infinite dark that my lifeline represents, I really didn’t feel like starting any petty arguments about the Pixies tonight. And what should come onto my iPod’s shuffle function but “River Euphrates”? Perhaps being a slave to randomness isn’t t
