It’s Friday. I’ve got that end-of-the-week-tired feeling, but in a good way. And I have my music.
“Walking on a Dream” by Empire of the Sun: This song’s falsetto chorus sounds like late-night MTV from the mid-Eighties, but I can’t put my finger on exactly what it reminds me of. Maybe Blue Nile mixed with Fine Young Cannibals. And if you’re under 25, those band references will probably mean nothing to you. Get thee to Wikipedia.
“DC Comics and Chocolate Milkshake” by Art Brut: Art Brut’s particular style of not-singing appeals to me. If you ever heard me sing (and you won’t), you’d understand why. This paean to never completely growing up and pretty girls in comic book shops is the new official anthem of The 19th Floor. And it reminds me that I’m overdue for a visit to Sebastien Joe’s.
“Talk to Me” by Peaches: This song packs a funky punch, even though not once does Peaches say “fuck” or reference her genitalia. This might disappoint old-school fans, but even a clean-mouthed Peaches makes me feel oh-so-dirty.
I can handle Art Brut in small doses. There is a certain charm about the lead “singer’s” inability to sing.
btw are you on Last.fm or Blip.fm??