The Pastels – Slow Summits (Domino)
The day I stop listening to The Pastels is the day I stop listening to music
Song of the day – 578: Shopping
Give ’em time, I reckon. They’ve got energy, attitude, a spark. Let’s see if they turn into a Savages or a Divorce. I know which side of the line I’ll be cheering from.
Song of the day – 489: Divorce
Great fucken scream. Matched ably by the great fucken noisescape.
Tunabunny in the UK, part two
The Shoebox is packed. It’s hot and sweaty to the point where I would have trimmed my eyebrows before I left if I’d known they were going to be this soaked and heavy.
Song of the day – 438: Melody Dog
Whirligigs were whirled. Recorders were blown down. Hearts were melted.
the greatest band of 2011* only revealed themselves to me halfway through December
Listen to the MySpace first. What are you? A dumbbell?
Song of the day – 421: Muscles Of Joy
Start recalling all those best of 2011 forms you’ve already filled out
Song of the day – 203: Orange Juice
Orange Juice were Glasgow boys manly enough to admit their feminine side was at least twice as enticing as their male.
Song of the day – 201: Nico’s Bike
Some wonderful abrasive, melodic stuff with lots of killer muted brass and stomach-wobbling guitar noises from the just-formed Nico’s Bike. Female vocals chastise. Female vocals jiggle, with fire and fury. Female vocals make like there was no need to record a bad song no not never no how. I was tipped off to this splenetic […]
