Song of the day – 641: Smile
First time I was ever in Sydney, I took a trip with a photographer and PR to the blue mountains, to find the hotel they shot The Shining at, so hungover and the sun so hurting my eyes, they bled liquid gold.
Song of the day – 640: Bushwalking
Everett True invokes the carnal spirit of the Mary Poppins books in a somewhat cackhanded attempt to explain his fascination for the new Bushwalking album.
Song of the day – 639: The Creases
There’s a part of me that always likes music like this. It’s the part of me I despise.
Song of the day – 638: Inflatable Boy Clams
Wait a minute. This is the greatest music ever made. Minimal primal electronic femme-led no wave rock’n’roll.
Song of the day – 637: Mirror Travel
I cannot resist anything that makes my brain go comatose. Anything that solid and liquid and rooted in repetition and a solidly fermented groove and Austin. I cannot resist anything that causes me to veg out.
Song of the day – 636: The Garbage & The Flowers
I think we can take it as read that my favourite part of The Velvet Underground is Mo Tucker. She used to send me Christmas cards. So obvious, I apologise.
Song of the day – 635: Bitch Prefect
Beautifully laconic awkward pop from Adelaide: all crushed violet and failed romantic leanings.
Song of the day – 634: Cutss
Everything Cutss is, by necessity, distorted and repetitive, sensual and a little blurry. I’m not sure this equates with great sex but I like to think it might.
