Music

that guitar tone and the synth stabs could all have come from a Franz Ferdinand record, but the voice of Meg Britannie is sheer punk-power.

That soul voice is fine-grain sandpaper around the edges of that bass groove and then its a Walter Becker solo. And then youre home.

Spring-reverb 1950s stuff and later-era synth sounds with a rock vocal and some very scientific songwriting.

A second coming of the sort of spirit in Astral Weeks by Van Morrison, or even a folky Joe Cocker.

This one feels authentic in a way that is disarmingly simple: you fight for me, and Ill fight for you.

The harmonies are clear and precisely indifferent to one another, like two lovers shouting across a canyon.

I can almost see the kit behind the deep field of strings and the clarinet line. And the voice is pure shamanism.

Funkadelic, maybe some Biz Markie, the more direct synth-pop of Stereolab, and some arty crossover tricks from Beck.