We’ve ingested so much information today that it’s entirely possible our head will fall off. Too much information, we should say. Did you know that our generation – yeah, laugh it up you twenty-something bastards, you’ll be playing the “our generation” card to feel a bit more with it in years to come when you realise how truly screwed your lot are in the large scheme of things – is on the receiving end of more information in the present day than previous generations, typically those that our grandparents would be placed within, would be to the extent that you’re in fact reading more news and facts in one day than they would in an entire calendar year? That’s why they called ’em the good old days, because quite frankly right now we can see more merit in the ignorance-is-bliss thing than the knowledge-is-power shash. What’s got our goat today exactly? Nothing in particular really. It’s just that yesterday, we were frolicking without many cares in the world (you’d be surprised how therapeutic just switching on an Out Of Office can be for us these days) in London with our KM peeps, doing Escape Rooms and Tate Moderns and Junkyard Golfing in the south and east London areas. Today…well, we’re here talking to you aren’t we? Making things slightly more comprehensible for us at this stage are psyche rock and/or roll people Them Things (a phrase we’ve found ourselves muttering intermittently throughout the day at points when we find it particularly difficult to jump-start our brain into some sort of working order), who quite frankly make it seem impossible that the genre ever went out of fashion. Did it? We dunno. Let’s concentrate on this. There’s a distinct flavour of R’n’B undercurrent that runs throughout the 4-and-a-bit minutes of Mythomania – and by that we mean the term as was more prevalent in the 50’s-70’s through peeps like Rolling Stones and Jimi Hendrix. We mean, it’s fucking groovy. So groovy that it reminds us of the in-house band from the Groovy Ghoolies that we watched on Sky One super early on Saturday mornings when our parents believed in that shit. There is, of course, a more modern application, with certain aspects of the track reminding us of the one Wolf Alice song that we can remember (we can’t remember the name of the song though. It goes “aaaaaaaah-aaaaaaaahhh-aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah” in the chorus though. You know the one we mean) and perhaps an aesthetic that lends itself more to previous Track Of The Day men Broken Hands and Catfish & The Bottlemen; the latter of whom this lot will be playing live with in their five-million-bazillion-gajillion capacity show in Newcastle in the coming weeks. It’s very good indeed. The video is also very good, and features Death. Huh.