It’s been a bit of a rollercoaster of a week, which makes it all the more important to enjoy what little downtime I’ve been afforded of late. Which reminds me, I’ve completely forgotten to book my travel to and from the Capital for the week after next…
The brain has almost completely capitulated for the week now, so I’d better get a shift on and finish this before I blink and it’s Monday morning again.
Moulettes – Horses For Hearses
Fun coastal folky doings from a band I had not even heard of two weeks ago, but this result of a continuing experiment where I pick something out of the reviews section of the current Mojo magazine and hope that it’s good. 100% success so far, and this carries the tradition perfectly. Self-titled album out tomorrow August 16 (I should really learn how to read calendars), so there you go.
Bionic – Mission
A Canadian band who are nowhere near as well-regarded as they should be. Ex-Doughboy Jonathan Cummins takes his former employees’ pop hooks and coats them in a caustic ’90s indie rock shell to give us this to-the-point blast of angry, shouty joy. Great for driving short distances in a bad mood.
All Systems Go! – Motorbikes
ASG! Go all New-Wavey on this lively ditty about being scared of the titular vehicles, to the point where skinny leather ties and flecked suit jackets with the sleeves rolled up can almost be tasted through the airwaves. It’s been a long time since we last heard from the ‘Go, it’ll be a huge shame if there’s no more.
My Jerusalem – Shake the Devil
Yes. I’ve been playing this album rather a lot this week, to the point where picking four other songs for this was from a rather sparse field. Perfect bawdy pop, and if you’re not bouncing in glee about at around the halfway point, then it’s fairly obvious to all that you have no soul. Album out on September 6th in Europeland, make sure you’re queuing up for it.
Soulsavers – Paper Money
Came as a bit of a surprise a few weeks ago… nothing on the TV, so decided to watch a documentary on BBC4 (otherwise known as “the posh channel”) entitled Rude Britannia, and to be honest the title should have been a bit of a signpost. But, it being the posh channel after all, what could possibly happen? Images from particularly staunch Victorian Jazz Pamphlets (ooh, what a top name for a band!), that’s what. This track was being played as the backing to this grainy, yet impeccably-groomed smut, and it seemed to fit in with the ongoing, erm, goings-on rather well.