“All I want for Christmas …” Well, half a million quid would be nice, but failing that, send me some Christmas worms to firstname.lastname@example.org. In the meantime, here is an aural helter-skelter of plumbouncifulness to keep you going.
Belly – Sad Dress – Chris 7572: “I’m so tipsy I can’t seem to walk” is the opening line, which is probably why it sounds so woozy. It ends with “I’d chew my foot off/To get out of this dress.” I’m not 100% sure why; maybe it’s a female thing. Or a drunk thing?
Dear Eloise – What a day – Pairubu: “China’s answer to the Jesus and Mary Chain, actually a couple who don’t tour but record rather fine little blasts of noise in their home studio. This has a fine bass line, I think.
Benjamin Damage – 010x – Nilpferd: An ex-pat Welshman working in Berlin, creating finely textured electronic dance music. 010x is simple, direct, and irresistable, my favourite dance track of the year to date.
Melt Yourself Down – We Are Enough – Beltway: From one of the most thrilling albums I’ve acquired this year, don’t know how to classify this music, it’s almost a bit of all forms of modern afro/jazz/funk but with a frantic driving dance beat and a sax hook that will bludgeon your brain into submission – I just can’t stop playing it!
Parchman Farm – Mose Allison – goneforeign: The Mississippi State Penitentiary is called Parchman Farm, it ain’t a farm, it’s more like a slave plantation. There’s been quite a few blues recorded about it, Alan Lomax went there for the Library of Congress. This is Mose Allison’s version, from his first album in 1957.
Darts – Boy From New York City – tincanman: It’s earworms! Dance! Be funky! Come on, lets get jiggly with it.