It's that time of the year again when a bloated, surprisingly limber old stranger crosses the globe, enters homes dressed in red, smelling of reindeer excrement, sherry and mince pies. Whether naughty or nice I have something for the festive season that is quite simply audio Marmite. I love it, if you feel the same way good for you, if not don't panic, just take a deep breath, get into your preferred mode of transportation and head for the nearest shopping mall. They will have all the homogenised yuletide anti-venom waiting for you. Back to the audio Marmite, there are no frills, no toast to spread it on, no knife or spoon to dunk and lick, just jab a finger inside the jar and get all mucky. William Burroughs slowly reads an extract from his book 'Exterminator' whilst Kurt Cobain tears out a masochistic rendition of 'Silent Night'. Who needs Bing Crosby, 'Miracle on 34th Street' or Jimmy Stewart faffing around in the snow, not I? This is a long track but stick with it, there's a while to wait before the first word is uttered. When noise is met by prose, the marriage of Burroughs' expressionless delivery and Cobain's exciting disregard for 'Silent Night' makes for a jarring nine minutes and fifty-one seconds. A little sour mixed with the saccharine sweetness of the festive season works for me. Enjoy if you dare! Merry Christmas
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