Song of the day – 673: Britney Spears
Judging Britney the same way you’d judge Dylan or Elliott Smith is like taking a baseball bat to a cricket game.
Song of the day – 671: King Champion Sounds
I use the word blast. I refer to the bursts of clarion-call brass that punctuate this uplifting, insurgent noise. I refer to the chiding, aware vocals.
Song of the day – 669: Fly Ashtray
Fly Ashtray are a curious bunch of outsiders. They’re always late to the party, and never quite the same.
Song of the day – 668: Sky Ferreira
Would I take drugs with Sky Ferreira? Of course I fucking would.
Song of the day – 667: Ragana
I like the fact Black Sabbath and Unwound haven’t been a male institution for years.
Song of the day – 665: Alba Lua
Beautifully underplayed. A strange kind of quietened beauty from French trio Alba Lua.
Song of the day – 664: Edible Arrangements
Think somewhere between Pram and early Broadcast, that cerebral and slightly krautrocky, wide-eyed and naîve psychedelia, free of drug-addled influence and wah-pedals – but also not at all.
