Chrome Daydream
Chrome stars, jelly hearts and holographic colour. A nod to the glossy, optimistic graphics of the early web.
The notebook changes its cover every month. Each one takes its cues from a different corner of music, paper and internet culture. Explore the collection below.
Haunted Notebook is here through November 1. Coffee Shop Confessional takes over November 2.
Chrome stars, jelly hearts and holographic colour. A nod to the glossy, optimistic graphics of the early web.
Cassette ribbons, red-pen hearts and pink paper. For anyone who ever put too much thought into a mixtape.
Vines wind around the speakers and flowers take over the margins. Spring gets the volume knob.
Pixel ghosts, cherries and electric blue meet the notebook doodles. A little arcade cabinet in the margins.
The pink splashes, coffee ring and black doodles that started it, with the volume turned up. The notebook's home colours.
Peel-and-stick chaos: skulls, butterflies, hearts and neon lightning. Think of the back of your favourite battered laptop.
Torn tickets, halftone fragments and bright scraps. A cover that borrows the rough edges of a wall full of gig flyers.
Black ink, torn paper and acid-yellow sparks. A love letter to photocopied zines and the flyers you kept after the show.
Stars, speakers, tape and every loud colour at once. Back-to-school stationery with absolutely no restraint.
Moths, little ghosts and crimson ink creep through the black flourishes. The notebook has a late-night alter ego.
Coffee rings, headphones and warm paper. A cover for the long walk home and the track you play again when you get there.
Moons, moths and constellations spill across midnight-blue ink. The margins drift into space; the music keeps going.
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Two weeks from now Alberta votes on whether to begin the legal process of leaving Canada. The latest polls have separation at 22%. Danielle Smith, the premier who called the referendum, publicly said that number is “still too high for my comfort.” She doesn’t want it to pass. Sixty percent of Albertans will vote no. Half the province says the question is confusing. And yet here we are, burning public money on a vote whose entire purpose is to let Smith tell the loudest 22% of her caucus she tried. This is what happens when a politician runs out of...
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It’s a brick. On a pillow. And they’re clapping. The crowd is losing its mind over a construction brick on a velvet pillow. Mouths open, hands up, the full keynote hysteria. A man in a turtleneck holds it like he’s presenting a relic. Nobody has asked what it does because nobody in the front row was sent here to ask that. The pillow cost more than the product and the product is a brick and the brick just closed a Series B. Pre-orders ship Q3, the waitlist is four months long, and the brick does not charge wirelessly or otherwise....
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Forty tracks in seven days. House, DnB and dubstep split the bill almost evenly, which never happens, and somehow none of the three genres blinked first. If you fell behind this week, start with the chart and work down. The Charts Isam Hadjih feat. Ormella - In My Dreams: climbed to the top after three weeks on the board, nudging Summer Jam aside. Listen → TLM feat. Merely - Summer Jam: held the crown for weeks, now sliding to second. Still the track people keep coming back to. Listen → Seven Lions & Kill The Noise - I Need: locked...
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Two years ago today, Coldplay released Moon Music. It still sucks. The album was physically pressed on recycled plastic, which turned out to be the most honest creative decision on the entire project. Chris Martin spent the promo tour talking about sustainability while delivering ten songs so disposable they belong in the bin the plastic came from. “We Pray” featured four guest vocalists and still managed to sound like an airport departures lounge. The lead single was spelled as one long word because apparently spaces are too edgy for a band that hasn’t taken a risk since 2008. Caribou’s album...
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