Suuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuup. Good weekend? Ours was alright ta. We went to Field Day. For a very specific reason – loyalty. Our special ladyfriend was cool enough for forsake a band in Barcelona that everyone in the known universe appears to have a lot of love for, ourselves included, to watch us watching a Canadian hardcore band playing a smaller stage at precisely the same time that generally-speaking about 5 people in the known universe seem to give a small shit about. This was on the understanding that we somehow magic two tickets out of thin air to a festival that seemingly is (or rather, was) impossible to blag into. For why, we will never know. There were hipsters pissing on walls. There was sub-standard, over-priced craft beer. There was a homophobic DJ doing his DJ’ing. Everyone was fucked on drugs apart from us, which sucked a bit but also gave us ample opportunity to do our second most-favourite thing in the world to do, which is of course making perfect ascensions to the saddle of our moral high-horse and judging the fuck out of people. Which got us to thinking – is it possible to actually enjoy a festival without being a little bit lit? Whilst you think about that, dear readership, have a check-out of new Track Of The Day’ers Tibet. They didn’t play Field Day. At least, we don’t think they did. If they did, we were too busy trying to make sense of FKA Twigs (and indeed, what she is currently known as if her chosen nomenclature is intended to indicate what she used to be called), in tandem with whether or not we are truly detached from pop culture yet or not. If they weren’t playing, then Tibet may be excused for keeping themselves rather busy in any event. Like, they’ve got Clash on board. They’ve got Annie Mac on board. That’s some kinda board right there. There’s something notably nostaligic about the kind of psyched-up and somewhat frenetic guitar music exemplified by Fridge. Instinctively, we have the shoutier moments of The Beatles in our heads upon listening – like I Am The Walrus, Come Together and Twist & Shout – which is really weird in itself because we’re not really that into The Beatles. We just like saying The Beatles in a real half-assed Liverpudlian accent to wind up Draper occasionally. For more modern contemporaries, let us cite Franz Ferdinand and/or The Fratellis. Gotta go meet Ally for a Sprite now. Seeeeeeeeeeeeeyuh.