We should not have gone out last night. There were so many reasons not to. The rain, for example. The bastard rain. It was pure fucking Jurassic Park out there, and what’s worse is that the crappy weather puts everyone in a rude mood to the point that they push, shove and tut you aside on the tube as if it’s your fault that its not sunny anymore. Do we control the weather? Are we Weather Lords? Maybe, given how turbulant the last few weeks have been. The other reason is that we could have left the booze out of it yesterday is, well, we have to move this weekend. Shift it. Get along. The people who own our Finsbury Park flat who we shall refer to as The Mario Brothers (to be fair, one of them is actually called Mario, and they are brothers) decided that they wanted to sell up around about the same time they decided they could afford to buy us a new fridge when our original one packed it in about 2/3 months ago. Fortunately brother Tim H-B outwitted them all by basically dominating the Right Move app one day and now we’re heading down the road to Highgate which puts us in alarmingly-close proximity to our guys in Niteflights, our maties in Sons & Lovers and chums who run Euphonios. Inadvertently, it appears we’re forming the final point in what appears to be an elaborate musical-chums triangulation, and we couldn’t be happier about that. What we couldn’t be less happy about right now is the following: firstly, this is our first blog post again in what feels like ages and we must improve heading into next week; secondly, we’re hanging a bit; thirdly, we have to pack up as much of our shit today in order to shift it all to the new gaff tomorrow; fourthly, we have to actually get up in order to do that. Enter Brisbane ladies Foxsmith and current Track Of The Day Wake Up. We’ve just got round to checking out this sweet ride on Triple J Unearthed and for some reason it is playing continuously, despite us having closed the appropriate tab so we can focus on actually writing about it. Not that we’re complaining. This shit could be our new alarm ring tone. We’re actually quite happy to lay back and snooze into what we deem to be The Long Blondes mashed up with Joy Division; or Kim Deal fronting The Strokes (you can probably tell we’re attempting to allude to the fact that this is an all-girl guitar band, and so within the paradigms that our mind allows us to analyse such things we’re obviously sticking a female element into our notes of comparison. We’re just like that). With a glaze of perhaps the 70’s aesthetic both in terms of music and looks we should probably give a nod to Haim at this point, and thus in turn Fleetwood Mac. Having just written all that, we’ve worked out that this particular radio station, like many, has a pop-out player. We’re on the 10th play now. We’re still into it. You should be too.