Band press photo of the year
Someone commented on Hot Fruit thus: “I love women who produce art for themselves and don’t ask for your approval. Women can be brave and rude and intelligent. Women can make you uncomfortable and they can set their own terms.”
Song of the day – 610: Thee Open Sex
You gonna do this sort of music, then do it right. And Thee Open Sex really, really fucking do it right.
Song of the day – 609: Hop Along
Sometimes, it feels like we’ve never moved away from the early 90s. When the music sounds like this, I don’t mind
Song of the day – 608: Dog Legs
Just a glorious mess of noise and guitar and boy-girl vocals and repetition and humour and squealing and bruised two chord riffage and start-up over again and colour-by harmonies.
Song of the day – 607: The Julie Ruin
The main vocal is great on this song, but it’s the laconic harmonies that make it. The use of silence. The clipped guitar solos.
Song of the day – 606: Nia
She passes the Agent Ribbons test, and that’s all you really need to know.
Song of the day – 605: Gravel Samwidge
I know who this sounds like. You think that bothers me? You crazy, girl. Why would that bother me?
Song of the day – 604: Jenny Hval
I have Dayna Evans to thank for turning me on to this, just about the sexiest video I’ve seen in years.
Song of the day – 603: Les Morts Vont Bien
The most glorious locked Teutonic groove since the first album from Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. Blam!
Song of the day – 602: Janelle Monáe
Janelle Monáe is clearly Song of the Day of whichever day you want her to be Song of the Day of.
