If yesterday’s choice was somewhat last-minute, today brings a choice of such certainty that it was amongst the first to be jotted down for inclusion. It has stood there like a spare stone from Stonehenge from the moment I heard it on the work radio, and as anybody who knows our office at all, having a song like this on the radio is a miracle in itself.
Let me count the ways I love this record. It’s short, sharp, hi-tempo, low-brow, good old dirty punk attitude bonkers fun. On stilts. And on fire.
The title is a mystery, the lyrics are delivered in a style somewhere between Jack White and Sparks, it’s all over before it gets going and I can’t get enough. More please.