If you've spent all this weekend lying far too cosily with nature under the merciless sun whilst it boils away all the water and blood in your body leaving only beer, then you will probaly need a few tunes to remind you that, just maybe, all is not lost and that our Tesco-whorshipping, Esso-whoring race haven't pushed our luck just a smidge too far. We probably have. One day we'll all leave the house donning little blue hot pants and a Cliff Richard t-shirt having sprayed one too many puffs of Right Guard and we'll be reduced into piles of steaming ash, Carling scented ash.
Until then, the cure for chronic heat discomfort, in my mind, is an oldish Telefon Tel Aviv tune that makes you feel that you yourself should in fact be a bird, a Kidda tune that causes you to ignore all health warnings, forget the sun cream, keep drinking and ignore any mysterious new moles, and a Wave Machines song that simply makes me happy.
Kidda - Under The Sun
Telefon Tel Aviv - The Birds
Wave Machines - Keep The Lights On
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nice reverence to my hot pants and cliff t-shirt
ReplyDeletei meant to say reference but once again spelling has let me down
ReplyDelete'Esso-whoring race' has a colourful richter image to it.
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