Not much to whinge about this weekend. You know how we do – at least if you’re one of the more enthusiastic readers of this blog (NB: we are an actual website now, if you haven’t already noticed the change in URL…), you should know that the usual course of affairs follows the now-standardised pattern of drive-to-mile-end-drink-till-2am-eat-meat-and-chips-sleep-in-till-midday-eat-food-drive-more-eat-more-drink-more-have-another-kebab, which conveniently also makes up a large bulk of our write-ups. And oh lord, did it work ever so well this time. What’s more is that the last 48 hours have been very much mate-orientated; we managed to catch up with some friends we haven’t seen in an age (the new local is the Princess Alice near Aldgate East, in case you care), those that we thought we’d never see ever again, as well as those made for one night only. One of the topics that came up on Friday night was the all-important political debate of what is the best song to strut to in modern day Britain. Thankfully, we had our answer prepared long in advance, in the form of Theme Park and their tune Milk that is currently cruising along the blogosphere – taking the tropical calypso beats of Friendly Fires and combining it with the vocal stylings and indie pop ska-ishness of The Police, you can feel the summer time ambitions of these fast risers within seconds of listening to the track. One to keep an eye on, certainly; one to strut to, imperatively.
Theme Park – Milk