I regret not knowing about so much music when I was growing up. For instance – where was Kraftwerk when I was younger, when I could wander down the Autobahn and invent some elaborate fantasy plot on the spot? Why did I never tap into the teenage rebellion of Nirvana (In Utero, to be exact) […]
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.
Everyone’s smiling. Everyone’s hugging themselves. What a glorious mess of a noise to be a part of. What a glorious sense of community.
In 1981, Oh-OK were already creating songs of child-like wonder laced with a hint of darkness.
Yup, my heart is yours, you Scots, ‘unfaithful servants of filthy, fucking language’, as Mr Withered Hand says.