[Track Of The Day: Shuga "The Darkness"]
Today may well have represented the end of our self-inflicted but duly-warranted sense of scepticism that we’ve fine-tuned as of late. The beginning involved waking up for the first time in months not REM-sleep deprived and/or hungover, in fact revitalised for once in what feels like a lifetime of almost sustained anaemia (we say almost, mainly as we’re not anaemic) and very ready to kick today’s ass. A bit like Italy, really. The middle consisted of a phone call suggesting to us and asking for confirmation on whether we had recently negotiated and subsequently signed an absurdly lucrative long-term deal with a well-known music company for one purpose or five. Not really like Italy there, but quite nice all the same. The ending depicted scenes of drinking cider in a sun-drenched pub in Hammersmith, swiftly evolving in a long-overdue catch up with people who have known us for most of our lives yet criminally we don’t get to see very often. This bit actually involved watching Italy. Seems struggling initially and then performing when it actually counts for something is the right way to go. Risky, but so righteous at the same time. It is indeed sweet. Like Shuga, in fact. Contrasting to our current sense of self-satisfaction (in a non-wanking way), new Track Of The Day The Darkness captures a bittersweet mentality within both it’s lyricism and musical delivery. Our facts, as we understand them in the last 15 minutes, reveal that this is a boy-girl duo, possibly more than a duo, from London who seem to be the only people who actively like that new Kate Nash song and aren’t afraid to admit that. In our own admission, we are struggling (initally, mind) to cite any discernable influences here, other than the song pennery gives us a distinct Lou Reed flavour in our digestive system, and going off on that weird movie-soundtrack mode of analysis we have been guilty of recently, it reminds us of that French jazz song in Saving Private Ryan that all the American soldiers are digging just before they’re all about to die. They weren’t complaining too much at the time as we recall, and in this instance neither are we. We’re not dying, just to clarify. But if we were about to, we wouldn’t mind listening to this just beforehand.