Song of the day – 589: Go Violets
It’s a most welcome cliché, this sound. An always welcome cliché round these parts.
Song of the day – 588: Eros and the Eschaton
Some labels you trust. This one I do. The fellow there doesn’t contact me very often. When he does, I listen.
Song of the day – 587: CocoRosie
This is the one I find most beguiling and strange and sad and simultaneously seductive.
Song of the day – 584: Fully Cooked
In music, as in writing, brevity is a virtue. This song is 27 seconds long and it does more in 27 seconds than most bands manage in 27 years.
Song of the day – 583: Black Sabbath
I love the first Black Sabbath album cos it feels so amateur: unfinished and clunky and full of ridiculous couplets, and vitally not scared of ridicule. Songs don’t fit together, most the time.
Song of the day – 581: Cosines
Cosines. You’ve heard and loved this song before. There’s absolutely no reason not to hear and love this song again.
Song of the day – 580: Making Marks
There’s a part of me that still holds that ‘We’re From Barcelona’ from those Zeitgeist-suckling, cod-Christian flailing, infectiously inane, irritatingly delightful I’m From Barcelona to be one of the singles of the 00s.
Song of the day – 579: Luís Cília
The singer hits a slightly wrong note on the guitar and the song stops. No one notices.
Song of the day – 586: Joanna Gruesome
Everyone’s smiling. Everyone’s hugging themselves. What a glorious mess of a noise to be a part of. What a glorious sense of community.
Song of the day – 578: Shopping
Give ‘em time, I reckon. They’ve got energy, attitude, a spark. Let’s see if they turn into a Savages or a Divorce. I know which side of the line I’ll be cheering from.
Song of the day – 577: La Luz
This vaguely recalls many delights, but has a sunlit haze charm unique to one street in my Chosen City. Like a toddler walking sideways and falling over just because she can. Delicious.
Song of the day – 576: The Wharton Tiers Ensemble
That’s SIR Wharton Tiers to you punkette, man who’s drummed with the Bangs almighty No Wave band Theoretical Girls (ft. Glenn Branca) and Laurie Anderson.
Song of the day – 575: Scout Niblett
Sometime soon, I need to wake myself up. This abject surrender, this kissing with my eyes open, serves me no good whatsoever.
Song of the day – 574: The Thin Kids ft. Kate Nash
There’s this slightly pathetic, socially inept indie boy, see. He idolises women. He wants to be with the women, understands instinctively that he’d have more fun if he was with the women
Song of the day – 573: Marsheaux
This could, I suspect, be called synth-pop without much fear of contradiction.
Song of the day – 572: Hot Fruit
The video is so striking, it’s easy to overlook how rad the music is. And the music certainly is rad.
Song of the day – 571: A Cartoon Graveyard
I looked down at the pile of vomit shimmering in the gutter, shaking and still feeling nauseous. “That’s funny,” I thought to myself, picking a bit of Jodie Foster out the remains. “I don’t remember listening to that.”
Song of the day – 569: Ashley Eriksson
And now I’ve found this, and I’m more than happy. For this is how I remember Olympia, WA. Ask any of my old friends. Magical.
Song of the day – 568: The Whistling Joy Jumpers
If they charge by the rhyme, you couldn’t afford the Album. If they charge by the joy, it couldn’t even be sold. This is museum quality joy.
