Song of the day – 616: Bona Dish
The only question you need to hold in your head today is “Does it pass the Scrabble test”? Why yes. Yes, I believe it does.
Song of the day – 615: Blludd Relations
This passes the Kid Koala test. So laidback it’s beyond horizontal. Chilled. Woozy. Wonderful.
Song of the day – 614: Fat Creeps
Everything is slightly confused and blurred like a Trafalgar Square night bus home.
Song of the day – 613: Mirror Parties
The nattily-titled ‘Bear Vomit’ will probably remain their greatest moment… but Bangs fuck a goat, it’s such a moment!
Song of the day – 612: Ballet School
I like the place Ballet School has taken this music to. A new ground for exploration. More new treasure maps and cornicing. A new fecundity.
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.
