So here we are finally on our knees waiting for the world to shake us off like a bad case of the fleas
With “The Fleas”, Frank Turner & Jon Snodgrass released a new song for the apocalypse. The song is from “Buddies II: Still Buddies”, a lovely, conversational record made by friends. It’s out now on Xtra Mile, and I think the vinyl is already sold out. Guess we’re all looking for friends who can soundtrack our apocalypse.
I’m just going to go out on a limb here: You or Someone You Know by Worriers is my favorite record of the year. Such a perfect punk/power pop record – I listen to it when I’m happy, when I’m sad, when I’m sitting in the sun on my balcony, when I have to work too long once again. Headphones, speakers, smartphone – it always sounds great. The production is flawless. So warm, so smart, so great. The opening track, “End of the World” is the song of 2020:
Set my sights on the life that you get when you put the hard work in. Only to be told, keep your fingers crossed that they vote you a person. I apologize; you’ve been trying to go with the safer bet. It’s true I didn’t think that far, but how do you plan for the death of a safety net?
What can I possibly say, is it me or the end of the world? Cover your eyes and ears and hope I don’t notice and nothing hurts. It must weigh on you a bit, but it’s not me that has to fix it. Could you just hold on to me for now?
And their account is one of my favorites on Instagram, too.
Punk is really at its best when its angry and abrasive – and Deutsche Laichen, a decidedly queer feminist punk band from Göttingen, Germany, are really, really abrasive. Their self-titled debut LP is almost physical in its rejection of toxic masculinity, homophobia and (cis)sexism. Case in point: “Du bist so schön, wenn du hasst”, the standout song from the album:
Like punk rock, literature is a kind of subculture. Most people can’t be bothered to dive in. Hopefuls can be dissuaded when a longtime member’s protective passion reads as exclusivity. But ask anyone who’s fallen hard for one and they’ll tell you—becoming part of an art scene will change your life (that’s not to say it won’t ruin it later). The communities spawned in these spaces are self-sustaining and addictive, inviting and demanding of intertextual references, nods to peers, and acknowledgements of their own history.