1. She Flies So High-My Drug Hell
English never-beens retro, like Brian Jonestown Massacre retro, but better. You probably don’t remember their non-hit sad sack classic “Girl at the Bus Stop” from an MGD ad in the 90’s. From This is My Drug Hell. Song has an end-of-record-side outro.
3. It’s Not Easy-The Rolling Stones
From 1966’s Aftermath, a very 60’s Stones song. Pretty good, if you like the Stones, who remain awesome regardless of dangeral drummer fascists attacking Charlie Watts for being a robot.
4. Jump-Van Halen
It’s not “Panama” but what is? Still, what can I say, David Lee Roth was both an obvious superstar but in hindsight, a head-scratcher. Most effective rock hit parade synth since The Who’s “Won’t Get Fooled Again.”
5. Fallen-Mr. Airplane Man
Constantly listen-able messy electric blues from Boston two-piece.
6. The Dark Of The Matinee-Franz Ferdinand
I find I don’t like Franz Ferdinand, save for their absolutely unstoppable monster opening singles. I mean they are OK, I guess, but I never feel like playing them. Angular, arch britpop.
7. Coming up Roses-Curve
90’s dance-gazers returned with Come Clean in 2001 or so (?), and this is one of the better tracks from a decent album (if you are a fan).
8. Blue Skies-BT (featuring Tori Amos)
Contrary to hipster opinion, trance-cheezer+confessional pianista equals dance floor awesome. For those grandparents that remember when this was a club track.
9. Just Call Me Joe-Sinéad O’Connor
I wonder when Sinead O’Connor is going to get any credit for releasing two totally monster albums at the age of 21 and 24. I wish she had kicked Sinatra in HIS ass. The ultimate anti-Catholic in an appearance on SNL, Sinead is not rumored to be changing her name to Shakespeare’s Sister so she can wail on more popery.
10. Hard On for Jesus-Dandy Warhols
Well, nice little psych rave-up from the the Dandys. Title kind of sounds offensive, I think we should be fired. Let’s take a closer look at the lyrics.
Oh yeah, Jesus
You got me going.
And I know, just like I know,
no way of knowing.
I gotta have faith,
I gotta believe
that the lord of lords and
the king of kings
come and set me free.
Well, that’s not so bad, is it? Can we handle a little self-expression in our Poop Shoot?