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Songs that should be modern classics, part 1

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Prison, death, didn't matter. Because at least in prison and at least in death I wouldn't be in fuckin Brexit. But then like a flash it came to me. And I realized, fuck man, maybe that's what hell is: the entire rest of eternity spent in fuckin Brexit.

How about some mid Nineties Swedish indie pop?



I'm not saying I think this is good, it's pretty terrible in fact, I just happened to be going out with a Swedish girl at the time who eventually tried to stab me with a bread knife, which even at the time, in that moment, seemed an impractical knife to choose. And so it proved to be evidenced by my continued existence. Anyway I offer this as an example of Svenska's finest at the time. It's not all Abba and Cardigans.

See, I'm not a total philistine.

(this is one of my very very favourite songs ever)

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Prison, death, didn't matter. Because at least in prison and at least in death I wouldn't be in fuckin Brexit. But then like a flash it came to me. And I realized, fuck man, maybe that's what hell is: the entire rest of eternity spent in fuckin Brexit.

Or there's this if we can have 2000s swedish indie pop too.

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Prison, death, didn't matter. Because at least in prison and at least in death I wouldn't be in fuckin Brexit. But then like a flash it came to me. And I realized, fuck man, maybe that's what hell is: the entire rest of eternity spent in fuckin Brexit.

What have you started

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Prison, death, didn't matter. Because at least in prison and at least in death I wouldn't be in fuckin Brexit. But then like a flash it came to me. And I realized, fuck man, maybe that's what hell is: the entire rest of eternity spent in fuckin Brexit.

I feel a bit like I'm dong keepy-uppies now

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Prison, death, didn't matter. Because at least in prison and at least in death I wouldn't be in fuckin Brexit. But then like a flash it came to me. And I realized, fuck man, maybe that's what hell is: the entire rest of eternity spent in fuckin Brexit.

My first crush.

While bouncing it off your knee and doing a header now and again to show off. They're all really good songs. May I ask why you're familiar with the Swedish music scene? I mean most of it is godawful.

Ok, how about French electro psychedelia from the noughties?

Or now?

Bumped into the wannadies and then had a look around. Was hanging around online with a bunch of cool kids (no slight to present company intended here, they were cool and kids, well, university students) who kept shouting about anything new that came along and that helped me bump into some of the other swedish stuff.

Bit of Danish?

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Prison, death, didn't matter. Because at least in prison and at least in death I wouldn't be in fuckin Brexit. But then like a flash it came to me. And I realized, fuck man, maybe that's what hell is: the entire rest of eternity spent in fuckin Brexit.

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Prison, death, didn't matter. Because at least in prison and at least in death I wouldn't be in fuckin Brexit. But then like a flash it came to me. And I realized, fuck man, maybe that's what hell is: the entire rest of eternity spent in fuckin Brexit.

First one was great, the second sickening.

How about some French Canadian electro?

Or English Canadians - A song about bus driving that isn't by Ian Dury

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Prison, death, didn't matter. Because at least in prison and at least in death I wouldn't be in fuckin Brexit. But then like a flash it came to me. And I realized, fuck man, maybe that's what hell is: the entire rest of eternity spent in fuckin Brexit.

I think I am happier in the twee end of indie than you are



Featuring a future chief economist at the office of fair trading, now a professor of competition policy, and a future turner prize winning artist.

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Prison, death, didn't matter. Because at least in prison and at least in death I wouldn't be in fuckin Brexit. But then like a flash it came to me. And I realized, fuck man, maybe that's what hell is: the entire rest of eternity spent in fuckin Brexit.

I posted Talulah Gosh in the last of my forum efforts and isn't it great?

And if she only had stopped making that hissing noise that haunts me now and makes a joke of me with all the other boys.

This one's for Adam.



Pure Scottish late 80's indy.

And a bit of indy goth if you will indulge me.



The reason she wasn't a star was she kept having 'flu' and cancelling gigs I was going to because she was bulimic before it became accepted as any kind of medical disorder. In that primitive age that was the late 80's.

Not quite twee, more maudlin ex Cocteau Twins bassist doing his thing.



Nice though. Imagine it on heroin because that's what it was written for.

I met Will Heggie once in a squat in Edinburgh as he lay amongst a bunch of piss and sweat soaked curtains that he'd accumulated into a kind of grotesque nest. And he told me that song above was about being wasted on heroin and if I tried heroin and listened to the song I'd understand. I told him it was beautiful anyway and I could do without following his example, at which he collapsed back and appeared dead so I left because I was going to stay with a girl called Julie who worked in the goth shop on Cockburn Street.

Wikipedia has him alive until 1997 so let's hope for the best.

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Prison, death, didn't matter. Because at least in prison and at least in death I wouldn't be in fuckin Brexit. But then like a flash it came to me. And I realized, fuck man, maybe that's what hell is: the entire rest of eternity spent in fuckin Brexit.

*sigh*



I have kissed Roddy Frame.

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Prison, death, didn't matter. Because at least in prison and at least in death I wouldn't be in fuckin Brexit. But then like a flash it came to me. And I realized, fuck man, maybe that's what hell is: the entire rest of eternity spent in fuckin Brexit.

I only saw Aztec Camera once supporting Echo and the Bunnymen in Edinburgh. I don't recall kissing anyone that evening sadly.

Aaaaw cute!

Don't do drugs kids or you'll end up watching giant morphing multicolour starfish while Elizabeth Fraser molests your ears.

I saw Echo and the Bunnymen a few years ago (I have completely lost track of time over the last five or six years, it may have been as long ago as 2010 or 2011, I'm really not sure) and they were brilliant performers but McCulloch was a shambling mess inbetween songs. I got this on the same day as i got 'My' first record player (as opposed to the family one I used all the time) and it's been the first song I've listened to on every new music-playing-device I've owned since then.

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Prison, death, didn't matter. Because at least in prison and at least in death I wouldn't be in fuckin Brexit. But then like a flash it came to me. And I realized, fuck man, maybe that's what hell is: the entire rest of eternity spent in fuckin Brexit.

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Prison, death, didn't matter. Because at least in prison and at least in death I wouldn't be in fuckin Brexit. But then like a flash it came to me. And I realized, fuck man, maybe that's what hell is: the entire rest of eternity spent in fuckin Brexit.

Well indeed.

I got a wee peck on the cheek after buying Tracy Tracy a drink in the Brudenel in Leeds a couple of years ago which was nearly a kiss. In my dreams.

And did you know desire's a terrible thing
The worst that I can find
And did you know desire's a terrible thing
But I rely on mine.

More songs from ex-Pipettes?

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Prison, death, didn't matter. Because at least in prison and at least in death I wouldn't be in fuckin Brexit. But then like a flash it came to me. And I realized, fuck man, maybe that's what hell is: the entire rest of eternity spent in fuckin Brexit.

I have that album cover now on a t shirt made up of the ears of cats.

Sorry, I'm stoned again.

Anyway,

Gary Numan is 60 years old. Just let that sink in for a while before...

I saw an x ray of a girl passing gas.

I wish when I had hair that it could have been caught in the wind like that.