There's one appliance in my flat that I absolutely hate, the hoover. Now why would I aim all my hatred and loathing for things mechanical at some small motor with a hose attached? Because it doesn't suck. Literally. I'm not sure if this country simply doesn't believe in motorized brushes to get the dirt out of the carpet, or if they have no clue as to how to make a small motor that actually has the power to suck a grain of sand 3 feet, but it makes my job as chief hoover operator, absolutely horrendous. I spend my time down on my knees scraping at the carpet with the brush, trying to get every last morsel of dropped cookie, every little dust bunny dropping, only to come away with a carpet that looks like it hasn't seen a hoover in years. Now you're probably asking yourself, what the hell does this have to do with music? or with bands? The answer is that I've found something else that doesn't suck. In fact, something that really really doesn't suck. Black Kids.
Now despite their controversial name, Black Kids are a pure pop outfit. This is the music of people who listened to loads of 80s pop music. They wear their influences on their sleeve, the Cure, Duran Duran, Simple Minds, they're all here, and all rolled into one jumping mass of flailing limbs and pure pop enjoyment. There is nothing sinister about their lyrics, nothing revolutionary about their music, but what they do, they do it well, and like my generation waxes nostalgic about all those great pop albums of bygone years, I guarantee that today's youngsters will do the same for Black Kids in twenty years. Their major label debut, Partie Traumatic, is one gooey piece of bubblegum pop. Go chew on it, and you will forget all the trouble that hoover gave you earlier in the day, I promise.
awesome. post.
I guess I'll listen to them now! :)
Posted by: mdr | August 04, 2008 at 08:01 AM