Song of the day – 676: Childbirth
“I only fucked you as a joke!” sing the ladies in Seattle’s Childbirth. Ow.
Song of the day – 674: The New Sound Of Numbers
This song spills over with as much joy and innovation (both prime pop ingredients) as a kindergarten art class and is just as fun, splashy, bright, intent and contrary.
Song of the day – 673: Britney Spears
Judging Britney the same way you’d judge Dylan or Elliott Smith is like taking a baseball bat to a cricket game.
Song of the day – 671: King Champion Sounds
I use the word blast. I refer to the bursts of clarion-call brass that punctuate this uplifting, insurgent noise. I refer to the chiding, aware vocals.
Song of the day – 669: Fly Ashtray
Fly Ashtray are a curious bunch of outsiders. They’re always late to the party, and never quite the same.
Song of the day – 668: Sky Ferreira
Would I take drugs with Sky Ferreira? Of course I fucking would.
Song of the day – 667: Ragana
I like the fact Black Sabbath and Unwound haven’t been a male institution for years.
