…was today complemented by this adorable little fellow:
I’ve always been a fan of quirky irono-poppists Spray, and their latest EP, We’re Nihilists, Not Stylists is no exception. This popped up in the b3ta newsletter last week and I think it’s worth spreading the word; made me smile at least.
One for people who like the idea of Drivvle, I’d say.
Spray – Twitter Campaign
The rest of the EP is well worth a listen and purchase too, if you’re into that sort of thing.
What better way to spend a hot, balmy spring day than at a quaint tearoom with friends, with warm sausage rolls, English Breakfast and scones? Indeed.
It’s 11:31 in the morning, and the sun is streaming in through the windows. Remnants of crackers and cheese sit next to a languid cup of tea, made from a nondescript drawstring teabag reminiscent of a Nottingham hotel. Later it’s tea and cake with friends near Kew Gardens. Karma Chameleon shuffles onto the lounge stereo; one of the first tunes I remember hearing when I was little. It looks like we have run out of bread.
Not a cloud in the sky.
Been a bit quiet around these parts lately. So let’s puncture that silence with a couple of excellent tunes containing mouth-organs.
Sorry, did you need a reason?
Psychemagik – Whoopin’ The Booze
Lemon Interupt – Bigmouth
(You all remember who Lemon Interupt became, don’t you? Hint: It’s Underworld)
