Song of the day – 534: Manors
Ssh. Don’t tell anyone. They can be our personal secret pop crush.
Billy Corgyn and the Melon Ball Sadness
Whether you’re a vampire, you do not want a history lesson and a list of effects that you want the magical world of mouth.
Song of the day – 533: Tunabunny
The key to the treasure chest containing all the maps is right here
WHY I AM POSTING THAT DREADED FACEBOOK COPYRIGHT/PRIVACY MESSAGE
I am posting it in the spirit of untied shoes, unrealistic demands, indecipherable lyrics, and inarticulate rage.
Song of the day – 532: Maria Minerva
I like this for some of the same reasons I once pretended to like Sylvia Plath for
Beck – Song Reader (Faber/McSweeney’s) THE BAD REVIEW
Beck selling sheet music is like McDonald’s selling a recipe book. “Hey, we’re not going to sell you the Super-Ultra-Mega Big Mac, but you can buy our recipe book and make your own version.” Those recipes might even look complex on paper, but that doesn’t mean you aren’t consuming garbage.
Song of the day – 531: Street Eaters (+ a rant against end-of-year album charts)
2012 is all about the song, as were the previous 10 years before it…
Beck – Song Reader (Faber/McSweeney’s)
I want to hear Beck songs played by elephants and by wind sculptures and London taxi cabs. Make it so!
Song of the day – 530: Kanika Kapoor feat. Shortie
“It’s a bit ‘Macarena’,” remarks my wife sagely. This of course means that it’s a bit ‘Gangnam Style’, which in turn means it is, of course, a bit ‘Itsy Bitsy Teenie Weenie Yellow Polka Dot Bikini’ (substitute public-friendly dance craze of your choice). So apologies for that.
The Babies – Our House On The Hill (Woodsist)
It’s a shame about the Babies. Come on feel the Babie-heads.
