Oh hey there Autumn. The fuck did you come from? Done-gone snuck up on us today ain’t ya, and you’ve brought pretty much all your meteorological mismessage pals along for the ride. Weekend was alright though, huh? Perhaps provided us with the answer to our summer conundrum, whereby we actively started to dislike how outrageously hot and sunny every weekend consistently has been for at least the last two months and (ironically, given what we’re now whinging about, but since when has that ever stopped us? So long as people keep Brexiting, we will keeping whinging at least until morale improves) as a result, we had to actually fucking get up and embrace the sun in the outdoors context. Which means – you guessed it – no lay-ins. No breakfast at 1pm. It’s like the whole fucking galaxy forgot for a time that Sundays are, in fact, for sleeping. So guess we owe one to the post-Summer months, but we’ve also got an overly-lengthy new tshirt ensemble to think about as well. At least we draw confidence and hope in that these important conflicting elements can indeed be resolved, if the musicality of current Track Of The Day gang BERNACCIA is to be adhered to. Girl meets boy in the vocal sense, as the telling image above indeed alludes to, but BERNACCIA – which sounds like the wheat-based pasta brand endorsing certain US presidential hopefuls (we can still dream, right?), so we’ll allow it – are all about the desert. Which desert in particular, we’re not sure, but they bang on about it enough on social media. What does “the” desert sound like? Well, in this specific instance, this desert sounds a bit like a more acutely-stylised Cut Ribbons encountering the uh-huh-huh bits of Queens Of The Stone Age, that eventually have become entranced by the post-punkiness of The Fall. That sounds pretty neat, huh? Get into the neat through the vicarious visuals provided by the band around the track below.