Growing up in coventry i always felt the city had it's own individual sound. We would always as a family, go into the city centre every Saturday afternoon In the precinct there was a news paper seller who shouted 'city final!' so much it became one incoherent string of vowels.
Along with the sound of people footsteps and chatting under Peeping Tom square and the rev and hisses of bus engines at Broadgate. This cacophony of sounds played like sound track to each of these regular visits.
All of these sounds would reverberate of the megalithic walls and bounce down the claustrophobic narrow concrete walkways, all adorned with extractor fans and pigeon spikes while stalactites of rain water drummed on hour heads.
In coventry you were audio incubated in concrete.
It's hard to escape it's stark architectural skyline. since Coventry was bombed during the war it's ruined city centre was flattened to make way for a more progressive layout and style. Although brutalism is hated by some, a lot of people love it purely for it's nostalgic value. I for one do.
The fuckyeahbrutalism.tumblr.com/ is a great place to view global Brutalist architecture.
You can follow The Brutalist Appreciation Society on Facebook here.
The This brutal house Twitter is worth a look too.
