TRACK OF THE WEEK
Remember Childhood? The London band whose debut Lacuna was one of 2014âs best albums? No? Jesus, you people with your attention spans. Well, now theyâre back and theyâve âgone sexyâ, a bit like Pharrell getting off with Tame Impala while Mark Ronson watches from behind a hedge. Itâs superb, and if it doesnât become the song of the summer then the world and everyone in it, including you, is stupid.
Ah, pop-punk, the aural holding pen for teenagers everywhere who âfelt feelingsâ and liked guitars, but did neither strongly enough to get into Korn and call their parents bastards. This is as joyous an example of the form as youâre likely to find, all punchy guitars and shouty bits. It also contains the lyrical refrain âPatti Smith would never put up with this shitâ, which earns it five bonus points.
Some wistful, folksy pop here, the video for which sees Miley cocking about on a beach and in a field and near a waterfall, presumably in Malibu. Sometimes holding balloons, sometimes not (where did the balloons go, Miley? Where did they go?), she spends her time in varying states of apparent orgasmic involvement, while mildly alarming a small dog. And, because itâs Miley, all that somehow makes perfect sense.
The System Only Dreams in Total Darkness
Cincinnatiâs premier furrow-browed frown-peddlers have got that whole âso miserable itâs sort of happyâ thing weaponised by this point, here giving defiant sadsackery a lick of 80s pop-rock sheen. Yes, itâs entirely po-faced, and that title couldnât be any more gnomic if it were holding a fishing rod, wearing a big red hat and getting nicked from your nanâs front garden by pissheads. But is it good? Yes. Yes it is.
Danny L Harle
PC Music was, and is, rubbish. Letâs all just admit it. We were briefly under the misapprehension that it was interesting and kooky when it was, in reality, less pleasant to listen to than someone parping Ride of the Valkyries in deadly hangover farts. PC associate Danny L Harle leaves the agonisingly spasmodic neon behind, attempting instead to shamelessly rip off every single 90s dance banger simultaneously. Somewhat by default, itâs an improvement. Itâs also complete and total knickers.