Song of the day – Top 40 Songs
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The Day Yesterday Today
I’ll kill you. “You can’t do that dad, I’d be really unhappy.” You wouldn’t be unhappy, you’d be dead.
Song of the day – 217: Cobirds Unite
“It’s Rachel,” writes – er – Rachel. “Everett, I’m sure you’re wondering if it’s raining here. It fucking is.”
Song of the day – 216: AXXONN
I just love the video. I have no idea what the music sounds like. I just love the video. It’s a great video. Not sure how it will sit if Tom ever wants to take his perky industrial beats in a Norwegian death metal direction though.
Song of the day – 215: Jonny (free downloads!)
Blimey. There’s Norman Blake, he of my much-loved Glaswegian pop stars Teenage Fanclub. (True story: my first girlfriend named her pet hamster after Norman – then in The Boy Hairdressers. It was after we split.) There’s Euros Childs, he of my much-loved Welsh pop stars Gorky’s Zygotic Mynci. (True story: Gorky’s press agent called me […]
Song of the day – 214: Thee Spivs
Some good old-fashioned stripped-back punk rock from Hackney, on Damaged Goods. And that should be enough recommendation for any of you. That’s all. Over and out.
Song of the day – 213: La Mômo
Worthing’s answer to the delicate, frayed English pop of Robert Wyatt – only shaken up and down, given a good stomping and bashed about gleefully
Song of the day – 212: Jonathan Richman
Oh, Jonathan! This is so wonderful. An early (very different) recording of ‘The Morning Of Our Lives’. I’ve collected together a load of my writings about Jonathan from over the years over here.
Jonathan Richman
In response to a request from a friend on Twitter, I’ve collected together some of my more recent writings about Jonathan. And from tomorrow, you can listen to an incredible early demo of ‘The Morning Of Our Lives’ over here. ——————————————————————————————————————————– (from Plan B #18, originally printed in The Stranger) I first heard Jonathan Richman […]
Song of the day – 211: Hotpants Romance
It seems almost inconceivable to me that I haven’t drawn your attention to the many-splendoured delights of Hotpants Romance before
