Song of the day – 481: The Suicide Notes
If you’re interested in love, death, girl groups, punk rock and surf, let us know!
Song of the day – 480: Easy Lover
Even at the quietest of volumes ‘End Of The Season’ sounds way too loud in my tender, sleepless ears.
Song of the day – 479: The Wolfhounds
I loved The Wolfhounds: a band the two words ‘awkward pop’ might have been welded together for.
Song of the day – 478: Coloured Balls
Dude. This is fucking nice. Brief, brutal and heavy as shit.
Song of the day – 477: The Maxines
Bands rooted in genuine friendship, with a great minimal garage sound. Inventive, disruptive, tied only by the understanding that the more basic you keep it the more freedom you have. In every respect.
Song of the day – 476: Chain & The Gang
Every time Ian Svenonius dreams up a new project I seem to go out of my way to avoid it. I have no idea why. I dig the cat’s groove, most highly.
Song of the day – 475: Fever Fever
If this band were all male, the music press would be wetting themselves silly over them.
Another day, another article about the death of the music magazine
It’s probably coincidence.
Song of the day – 474: Misty Miller
She has fire in her veins, and a honey-gravel voice. Her new groove is indeed the righteous rockabilly groove
How to insult a music critic
I feel so privileged to be part of this great music industry.
