Song of the day – 584: Fully Cooked
In music, as in writing, brevity is a virtue. This song is 27 seconds long and it does more in 27 seconds than most bands manage in 27 years.
Song of the day – 583: Black Sabbath
I love the first Black Sabbath album cos it feels so amateur: unfinished and clunky and full of ridiculous couplets, and vitally not scared of ridicule. Songs don’t fit together, most the time.
Song of the day – 581: Cosines
Cosines. You’ve heard and loved this song before. There’s absolutely no reason not to hear and love this song again.
Song of the day – 580: Making Marks
There’s a part of me that still holds that ‘We’re From Barcelona’ from those Zeitgeist-suckling, cod-Christian flailing, infectiously inane, irritatingly delightful I’m From Barcelona to be one of the singles of the 00s.
Song of the day – 579: Luís Cília
The singer hits a slightly wrong note on the guitar and the song stops. No one notices.
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 – 577: La Luz
This vaguely recalls many delights, but has a sunlit haze charm unique to one street in my Chosen City. Like a toddler walking sideways and falling over just because she can. Delicious.
Song of the day – 576: The Wharton Tiers Ensemble
That’s SIR Wharton Tiers to you punkette, man who’s drummed with the Bangs almighty No Wave band Theoretical Girls (ft. Glenn Branca) and Laurie Anderson.
