Yes, it’s Tuesday night. I’ve been busy. Although in my defence, I will say that I did scribble my favourite five of the week on the back of an envelope in the bath during the single hour that I actually spent at home on Sunday, so it’s not cheating at all. Honest.
From Neil's Heavy Concept Album
Neil – Lentil Nightmare
A bit of a rediscovery for me, as I’ve had this album for years and completely forgot it existed. This pick is a rare non-cover, a King Crimsonesque (with added Black Sabbath and Diamond Head garnish) romp of a cautionary tale about a vegetarian accidentally eating meat. Co-written with Rik Mayall and featuring Stephen Fry on admirable narration duties, it’s a baffling rock masterpiece. Or something.
From KOSMOS
KOSMOS – Messe Noire
A French-Canadian band who describe themselves as Psych/Prog/Kraut/Punk Rock ers, and it’s a label that is amazingly accurate. Messe Noire is one of the more straight-ahead rock tunes, that ticks all the right boxes (especially the one marked “Top Hammond Organ Solo”) and is just great fun to listen to. Like Voivod (whose drummer Away is a member of the band here), but if they were in the Netherlands in the early 1970s.
From Happy Accidents
Doughboys – Sunflower Honey
More Montreal-based jiggerypokery with a Voivod connection, for the extensive sampling from David Lynch’s Blue Velvet on this track is provided courtesy of bassist, and owner of the Coolest Hair in Metal, Blacky. If you like summery hook-laden tunes with Laura Dern wittering on about Robins, this is your song.
From The Seldom Seen Kid
Elbow – Mirrorball
Proof positive that Northerners can be very romantic when called upon. This is a beautiful urban hymn to simply being in love that tugs all the emotional strings in all the right directions, written with doe-eyed honesty and a delightful way with words. Even moves this bitter and twisted spirit.
From the Got it at the Delmar EP
Senseless Things – Got it at the Delmar
A track that rarely fails to crack a smile, such is the sheer delirious fun on display here from Twickenham’s finest sons, from that heady time when everyone sounded a bit like Mega City 4.
Next week, I might actually get one of these done on a Sunday. So much for being organised.
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