So this is Christmas and what have we done?
Spotify may have taken some of the fun out of choosing five songs I played on repeat until my ears bled but I still think it’s essential you know. So, without further ado, here they are, my five songs of the year!!!! (not necessarilly from 2019)
Phoebe Bridgers – Motion Sickness
A great big sad fuck you. My ears pricked up when I first heard “I faked it every time(!)” and then when the rest of the song kicked in twas/am stunned at the biographical nature of the lyrics and their poetic clinicalness. The best despiction of being in an abusive relationship I’ve heard (“I hate you for waht you did/and I miss you like a little kid”) with impeccable production. Usually listen to this ten times in a row and have a little cry.
The Beths – Great No One
The best band with the worst name. The hooks though – so many hooks – and what sounds like an impossible one for the chorus. Bright insanely catchy melodies with sadsack lyrics, all I could want in the world. “Least worthy reason to cry on a Thursday evening” MWAH!
Sandy (Alex G) – Cow
Best band with worst album cover. What does it mean? I don’t know. But the harmonies when he tells me I’m a big old cow are beautiful.
Diet Cig – Maid of The Mist
I love Diet Cig. I’ve managed to get precisely no people into them. Some people’s comments were “this is awful” and “I would have liked this when I was younger”. Ok, it’s like a teen movie (or at least an early twenties movie) in the best possible way. The Maid of The Mist is very unromantic, by the way. You wear ponchos and there’s lots of people.
Aldous Harding – The Barrel
I heard this song on 6music and went “I like this song… does my taste now suck?” but then I figured a stopped clock is right twice a day, right? Wonderfully weird. The barrel, the barrel.