I was just about to post this song as an earworm and it came on the radio. Hmmm, am I able to change reality with my imaginings?
We peakin.
I was just about to post this song as an earworm and it came on the radio. Hmmm, am I able to change reality with my imaginings?
We peakin.
I would willingly join this acid house wicker man cult. Where are my robes?
I’ve always had a soft spot for psychedelic soul and this hits the spot very nicely. I have been singing the la la la la bits to myself all week!
(and some lovely joyous natural dancing in the video)
Ah, the strangeness of Liz Fraser’s mostly neologistic lyrics.
In times like these we need to wear some GIANT TROUSERS and have a bit of a (sexy) dance.
I LOVE the wonkiness and discord in this song.
D’Angelo provides the groove. MMMMMMMMMMhmmmm!
I had completely forgotten about this song til last night. Loved every minute. Those indie pop disco moments of silliness amongst the hairspray, backcombing and indelible red lipstick. A VERY muddy night to remember, and I’ll be singing this song in my head for a Very Long Time.
(also, this video is bonkers)
I don’t care if you don’t, and I don’t feel if you don’t, and I don’t want it if you don’t, and I won’t say it if you don’t say it first!
Nearly time for Bobert! WHEEEE!
Back in the mists of time, I recall learning to play this on the bass in a school hall…
And tomorrow, I go back to see them in a muddy field!
