{"product_id":"somebody-should-have-pressed-record","title":"Somebody Should Have Pressed Record","description":"\u003cp\u003eby Galia Admoni\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"MsoNormal\" style=\"margin-bottom: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm; mso-margin-bottom-alt: 8.0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: 0cm; mso-add-space: auto; line-height: normal;\"\u003eStrange Region\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"MsoNormal\" style=\"margin-bottom: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm; mso-margin-bottom-alt: 8.0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: 0cm; mso-add-space: auto; line-height: normal;\"\u003ePaperback, 2026\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"MsoNormal\" style=\"margin-bottom: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm; mso-margin-bottom-alt: 8.0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: 0cm; mso-add-space: auto; line-height: normal;\"\u003e101 pages\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"MsoNormal\" style=\"margin-bottom: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm; mso-margin-bottom-alt: 8.0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: 0cm; mso-add-space: auto; line-height: normal;\"\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"font_8 wixui-rich-text__text\"\u003e\u003cspan class=\"wixui-rich-text__text\"\u003e\u003cspan class=\"color_36 wixui-rich-text__text\"\u003eSomebody Should Have Pressed Record is an experimental, narrative poem depicting a woman navigating an emotionally fraught relationship with an imaginary version of Joseph Gilgun (Brassic, Misfits, This is England).\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"font_8 wixui-rich-text__text\"\u003e\u003cspan class=\"wixui-rich-text__text\"\u003e\u003cspan class=\"color_36 wixui-rich-text__text\"\u003eThis collection depicts life at the frayed edge of reality, where loneliness grows legs and fingers. Where our intractable desire for companionship leaves stains on the walls, dirt under the nails, and a warm spot in the bed.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"font_8 wixui-rich-text__text\"\u003e\u003cspan class=\"wixui-rich-text__text\"\u003e\u003cspan class=\"color_36 wixui-rich-text__text\"\u003eDrawing inspiration from the auto-destructive art movement and existentialist fiction, Admoni paints a wild-eyed portrait of modern romance and asks the question: what do we owe to that which we create?\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cmain id=\"PAGES_CONTAINER\" class=\"PAGES_CONTAINER\" data-main-content=\"true\" tabindex=\"-1\"\u003e\n\u003cdiv id=\"SITE_PAGES\" class=\"Y3K28_ SITE_PAGES\"\u003e\n\u003cdiv id=\"rd40j\" class=\"i0StQr theme-vars rd40j\"\u003e\n\u003cdiv class=\"JJb9Mt\"\u003e\n\u003cdiv id=\"Containerrd40j\" class=\"Containerrd40j wH18kY\"\u003e\n\u003cdiv data-mesh-id=\"Containerrd40jinlineContent\" data-testid=\"inline-content\" class=\"\"\u003e\n\u003cdiv data-mesh-id=\"Containerrd40jinlineContent-gridContainer\" data-testid=\"mesh-container-content\"\u003e\n\u003csection id=\"comp-mp5cy8d3\" class=\"Le88gL comp-mp5cy8d3 wixui-section\" data-block-level-container=\"ClassicSection\" tabindex=\"-1\"\u003e\n\u003cdiv data-mesh-id=\"comp-mp5cy8d3inlineContent\" data-testid=\"inline-content\" class=\"\"\u003e\n\u003cdiv data-mesh-id=\"comp-mp5cy8d3inlineContent-gridContainer\" data-testid=\"mesh-container-content\"\u003e\n\u003cdiv id=\"comp-mp5czyky\" class=\"N8MGzv _v6ohL ZS_qLz PO9MfV comp-mp5czyky wixui-rich-text\" data-testid=\"richTextElement\"\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"font_8 wixui-rich-text__text\"\u003e\u003cspan class=\"color_36 wixui-rich-text__text\"\u003e\u003cspan class=\"wixui-rich-text__text\"\u003eI’m a long-time fan of Galia’s potent, surprising, fearless and funny work. She’s manipulating and blending forms to create an entirely singular voice and I love to hear it. \u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/span\u003e\u003cspan class=\"color_36 wixui-rich-text__text\"\u003e\u003cspan class=\"wixui-rich-text__text\"\u003e- Max Porter (\u003cem\u003eGrief is the Thing With Feathers, Lanny\u003c\/em\u003e)\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"font_8 wixui-rich-text__text\"\u003e\u003cspan class=\"color_36 wixui-rich-text__text\"\u003e\u003cspan class=\"wixui-rich-text__text\"\u003eA fascinating and formally inventive text which seems to constantly disintegrate and remake itself before the readers’ eyes; using as its materials the everyday surreal of real life. \u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/span\u003e\u003cspan class=\"color_36 wixui-rich-text__text\"\u003e\u003cspan class=\"wixui-rich-text__text\"\u003e- Andrew McMillan (\u003cem\u003ePity, Physical, Playtime\u003c\/em\u003e)\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"font_8 wixui-rich-text__text\"\u003e\u003cspan class=\"color_36 wixui-rich-text__text\"\u003e\u003cspan class=\"wixui-rich-text__text\"\u003e\u003cem\u003eSomebody Should Have Pressed Record \u003c\/em\u003eis a brilliant, caustically funny meditation on lost love and impermanence via the most unhelpful simulacrum of a lover in the form of Joe. But it also reminds us that so much of love is an act of imagination. In fact I don’t think I’ve ever read a collection simultaneously quite so heart-breaking and quite so enjoyable. It’s an urgent kind of invention – a search for the lost key, the right analogy that might make the pain go away; a shockingly familiar refusal to accept that the sadness is what it is; but the intensity of imagination sufficient to create a thousand reasons why it just might possibly be something else entirely. \u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/span\u003e\u003cspan class=\"color_36 wixui-rich-text__text\"\u003e\u003cspan class=\"wixui-rich-text__text\"\u003e- Luke Kennard (\u003cem\u003eBlack Bag, The Book of Jonah\u003c\/em\u003e)\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"font_8 wixui-rich-text__text\"\u003e\u003cspan class=\"color_36 wixui-rich-text__text\"\u003e\u003cspan class=\"wixui-rich-text__text\"\u003eInventive, tender, dazzlingly original, this collection examines what it means to ‘archive loneliness’, to speak when it seems impossible and to be answered. Once you’re in the world of this book, you’ll want to stay. - \u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/span\u003e\u003cspan class=\"color_36 wixui-rich-text__text\"\u003e\u003cspan class=\"wixui-rich-text__text\"\u003eHelen Mort (\u003cem\u003eDivision Street, Black Car Burning\u003c\/em\u003e)\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"font_8 wixui-rich-text__text\"\u003e\u003cspan class=\"color_36 wixui-rich-text__text\"\u003e\u003cspan class=\"wixui-rich-text__text\"\u003eGalia Admoni creates beautiful, tender poems. Hers is a voice for the fragile, a completely new take on unrequited love, observations of privacy and invention, blending the real world and fantasy, delivering a quiet stoicism that makes this collection a page-turner as you realise you are spending time with someone you are rooting for, wanting to know more about the voice you are seeing on the page. This collection is vital for the world we live in today and delivers a quiet lyrical hope. \u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/span\u003e\u003cspan class=\"color_36 wixui-rich-text__text\"\u003e\u003cspan class=\"wixui-rich-text__text\"\u003e- John Osborne (\u003cem\u003eMost People Aren't That Happy Anyway\u003c\/em\u003e)\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"font_8 wixui-rich-text__text\"\u003e\u003cspan class=\"color_36 wixui-rich-text__text\"\u003e\u003cspan class=\"wixui-rich-text__text\"\u003eIn Galia Admoni latest collection, she experiments with form as she has in her previous books, but here she experiments with where we, the readers, are taken, just as she experiments with the sense that she knows more about her readers than she lets on. Here, she creates the perfect balance between claustrophobia, a strange sense of foreboding, and the beauty of love in isolation. \u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"font_8 wixui-rich-text__text\"\u003e\u003cspan class=\"color_36 wixui-rich-text__text\"\u003e\u003cspan class=\"wixui-rich-text__text\"\u003eAdmoni’s writing reflects an ability to slip between form, image, page, obsession, and yet, always surprise the reader in where she takes us. I was fascinated with the diagrams in the book as poems in themselves, and the self-questioning of is this how I am? \u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"font_8 wixui-rich-text__text\"\u003e\u003cspan class=\"color_36 wixui-rich-text__text\"\u003e\u003cspan class=\"wixui-rich-text__text\"\u003eThrough Admoni’s sense of humour, her use of contemporary surrealism, her observation of compulsion as a study results in an addictive read, leaving the reader to consider: Is the act of reading the book, an example of Auto-Destructive art which frames the book’s narrative?\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"font_8 wixui-rich-text__text\"\u003e\u003cspan class=\"color_36 wixui-rich-text__text\"\u003e\u003cspan class=\"wixui-rich-text__text\"\u003eGalia Admoni’s latest collection, \u003cem\u003eSomebody Should Have Pressed Record\u003c\/em\u003e, left me feeling as if I was in a surreal version of Through the Keyhole. This unrest she creates in the book though, is one of joy, and through its multi-form, the collection moves between loneliness, obsession, rooms in a flat, and how this thing called love manifests itself into our own lives. \u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/span\u003e\u003cspan class=\"color_36 wixui-rich-text__text\"\u003e\u003cspan class=\"wixui-rich-text__text\"\u003e- Wendy Allen (\u003cem\u003ePortrait in Mustard, Plastic Tubed Little Bird\u003c\/em\u003e)\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"font_8 wixui-rich-text__text\"\u003e\u003cspan class=\"color_36 wixui-rich-text__text\"\u003e\u003cspan class=\"wixui-rich-text__text\"\u003eNobody pressed record - but if they did what would they have captured? Imaginary friend, figment, daemon - or nothing but stale bedsit air?\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"font_8 wixui-rich-text__text\"\u003e\u003cspan class=\"color_36 wixui-rich-text__text\"\u003e\u003cspan class=\"wixui-rich-text__text\"\u003eWith pinpoint precision, Galia Admoni slits a hole through feminine city life and slips in an imaginary Joseph Gilgun. Her conjured companion twists to several forms across the collection - lover, father, conscience, ghost and ruin. Together, Galia and her daydreamed sidekick give shape to absence and stare deep into the illusions we show ourselves in order to survive.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"font_8 wixui-rich-text__text\"\u003e\u003cspan class=\"color_36 wixui-rich-text__text\"\u003e\u003cspan class=\"wixui-rich-text__text\"\u003eNobody pressed record, but this is a collection I'll rewind and press play on again and again. \u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/span\u003e\u003cspan class=\"color_36 wixui-rich-text__text\"\u003e\u003cspan class=\"wixui-rich-text__text\"\u003e- Laurie Eaves (\u003cem\u003eBiceps, Metal Gear Sonnets)\u003c\/em\u003e\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003c\/section\u003e\n\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003c\/main\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e","brand":"My Store","offers":[{"title":"Default Title","offer_id":59874248982862,"sku":null,"price":13.0,"currency_code":"GBP","in_stock":true}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/0837\/0680\/6606\/files\/z5vuplsp.png?v=1781275515","url":"https:\/\/eastbristolbooks.co.uk\/products\/somebody-should-have-pressed-record","provider":"My Store","version":"1.0","type":"link"}