The “Sloppy Acoustic Vibes” Compilation

With ultra regret,


A Beginners Guide to T.Rex (the band, not the dinosaur)


It physically hurts my heart when musicians don’t really get the recognition they deserve. I don’t know why Marc Bolan is not as significant as David Bowie. They were both around the same age, they had a similar look (yes, David Bowie did copy Marc’s look at the beginning) and despite the fact that T.Rex had more of a tween following, their music defined a whole generation and defined movements to come, like punk and glam metal.

Anyway, here’s a list of some songs I personally consider landmarks for T.Rex (and no, Children of The Revolution and Get It On are not included because everyone and their grandmother knows those songs):

  • By The Light Of A Magical Moon. Lyrics that paint a whole picture of a beautiful place where everything’s carefree and you’re walking barefoot on the grass, this is what this song feels like.
  • Laser Love. Everyone thought that rock n’ roll was dead because disco reigned supreme. Those two worlds could co-exist in peaceful harmony.
  • Life’s A Gas. I’m a sucker for acoustic guiatrs and apathy. This song has both. The album Electric Warrior is one of the most iconic records of the 70s and I could probably list every single song from it as life-changing but I’m trying to remain calm.
  • Rabbit Fighter. This is the point where we shrug and say ‘this song makes no sense, what is this all about?’ and you’re right, what the hell is a rabbit fighter?! You still can’t help loving the groove and the squealing guitar. It feels like this song should have been on hundreds of movie soundtracks.
  • Token of my love. From an album that was considered a flop. The backing vocals are worth every single penny and it’s refreshing to hear about broken hearts in such a upbeat melody.
  • Life Is Strange. No, not the video game. Simplistic but beautiful, it’s one of those songs I listen to with a smile on my face because I can relate to it. Life is strange.
  • Monolith. It’s cool-sounding.
  • The Slider. Okay, this is quite a well-known song from the homonymous album. Marc Bolan sings so indifferently, stating that when he’s sad, he slides. Apparently the entire song is about doing lines of cocaine but I think he was just having an existencial crisis. This is probably my single most favorite song.

Hard to stop once you start going but this is just a small taste. What’s nice about music is that we could like the same album but be enraptured by different songs. Find the ones that mean the most to you and make them your own.

With ultra regret,


Ultra Regret’s “I Must Lower My Blood Pressure” Compilation Vol. 1

  1.  T. Rex- Monolith If Marc Bolan’s voice can’t soothe, seek a medical professional. Seriously, don’t get me started on Marc Bolan. This whole playlist could just have been T. Rex but I tried to control myself.
  2. Violent Femmes- Confessions The entire essense of pessimism somehow captured onto a song? Very nice.
  3. Rocket From The Tombs- Ain’t It Fun Bad audio quality? Check. Proto-punk? Check. I don’t know what I’m doing with my life? Checks so hard I rip the paper.
  4. The Dandy Warhols- Godless I like songs where the singer barely sings.
  5. PWR BTTM- West Texas Weird kids making cool music.
  6. Mott The Hoople- All The Young Dudes And anthem. Bonus points for mentioning suicide right at the start of the song.
  7. Belle and Sebastian- Piazza, New York Catcher I’ve watched Juno a couple of times and enjoy its acoustic soundtrack, don’t hate me about that.
  8. The Dresden Dolls- Gravity Angsty lady plays angry piano.
  9. Brentom Wood- Oggum Boogum When you need to smile and gyrate your pelvis AS SOON AS POSSIBLE.
  10. Backyard Babies- Love It’s not easy to combine radio friendliness, Swedish sleaze rock (they’re all remarkably good at a music genre that’s practically dead) and cigarette vibes. Cigarette vibes is when you’re sad and looking out of a window, wondering about what went wrong.

The Small Things

There was a day many years ago when I realized that I wasn’t the only one preoccupied by things that the grand majority didn’t care about. My mother would comment on how involved people would get over movies and music and pictures, while I on the other hand would play a game of challenging myself to find more of just that.

I know it’s extremely utopian to believe the entertainment industry but I cared more about people in books than people in real life. Nothing could really match up to what music made me feel or what a painting could tell me.
There was a small nook in my room where I stratigically placed my cd-player and would sit there, getting into it. It was interesting to hear people creating sounds (and words to accompany it) that cared intensely about things. It was remarkable that musicians seemingly didn’t give a fuck about what others thought and said “Fuck it, I’ll write a song about ducks”.
I respect the insignificance, I might even value it more when someone is passionate about what makes them tick. There’s a great divide that seperates me from people (and I’m not saying that they’re in the wrong), it might be that I give a fuck about too much because I take everything into consideration before dismissing it. Add the fact that my face’s permanent state is “try me bitch” and you’ve got yourself quite a paradox happening. I care too much while appearing not to care.

The meaning behind fixating on the details makes for a grand bigger picture, doesn’t it? Can you feel happiness when you’ve never felt content? Would you like the movie if you hated the actors? Is it possible for a song to move you if there’s one instrument out of tune?