Song of the day – 575: Scout Niblett
Sometime soon, I need to wake myself up. This abject surrender, this kissing with my eyes open, serves me no good whatsoever.
Song of the day – 574: The Thin Kids ft. Kate Nash
There’s this slightly pathetic, socially inept indie boy, see. He idolises women. He wants to be with the women, understands instinctively that he’d have more fun if he was with the women
Song of the day – 573: Marsheaux
This could, I suspect, be called synth-pop without much fear of contradiction.
Song of the day – 572: Hot Fruit
The video is so striking, it’s easy to overlook how rad the music is. And the music certainly is rad.
Song of the day – 569: Ashley Eriksson
And now I’ve found this, and I’m more than happy. For this is how I remember Olympia, WA. Ask any of my old friends. Magical.
Song of the day – 568: The Whistling Joy Jumpers
If they charge by the rhyme, you couldn’t afford the Album. If they charge by the joy, it couldn’t even be sold. This is museum quality joy.
Song of the day – 567: The Boys
People think now that New Wave means Duran Duran or some shite, but in reality it was this: laddish power-pop, with its roots firmly in the Herman’s Hermits and Small Faces of the past, and totally confused about how it should view the present.
Song of the day – 564: Primitive Motion
Immolation and insulation and isolation and imagination. The opposite of sex. Serious music for serious people.
Song of the day – 563: The Drones
Regret and defiance and wit will only get you so far. As will the melancholy blues, baby.
