Sometimes you just need a bit of 80s electro soul pop.
You don’t often meet someone called Bernadette, but when you do…
Had this in my head since I heard of Steven Young’s death the other day.
A long long time ago, in a small venue in Glasgow, I was down the front at a Suicide gig, and Alan Vega sang this song to me. RIP Alan. Thank you for the weirdness and inspiration.
Another day in politics.
I’m always bemused when my earworm is a song I don’t particularly like. But there you go.
So many great things about this song. Rhythm, guitars, horns, organ, vocals.
Friday dancing!