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“Cold Comfort”

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Every day is capable of being a duvet day. But today of all days certainly is; mainly due to the lack of proper REM sleep that we endured over the weekend. That’s unusual in itself these days, given that we particularly favour doing little-to-fuck all over those precious 48 hours ironically to remind us that we still can do just that when we exercise a modicum of self-restraint (which is suprisingly easy when you’re completely fucking knackered from the preceding week). Self-restraint didn’t happen this weekend though kids. We took a little trip to Broadstairs, Kent to get right up in the nose of the cradle of Brexit and upset them all by just existing. We imagine we upset them a bit more given that the architect of this wintery, beachy excursion – one Jon Mac – also orchestrated our drinking of all their booze, and devouring of oysters (the shellfish, not the tube thingies) as far as the eye can see. The only thing we didn’t do was marry their women. On a far-more serious note, it was beautiful and the locals were extremely friendly, particularly when we attempted to purchase the entire conurbation’s stockpile of IRN BRU yesterday following the consumption of 10 not-cheap bottles of Pinot Noirs and Reislings. It’s not all going on in London, y’know? Take current Track Of The Day people Caro, for example. They’re from Leeds, which is righteous on its own account, and currently touring with Genghar up and down the country (which has settled in Scotland at the time of writing). On top of that, most of Caro‘s more remarkable parts of their 2016 have been spent not being in London that much, and certain highlights in the live context include stints at Liverpool Sound City, Live At Leeds and the recently launched (we think) Neighbourhood Festival in Manchester. And if all of that still wasn’t enough sway to peak your interest, current Track Of The Day Cold Comfort (which we only just now realise is absolutely apt for all the crap we’ve just written above) represents some mighty fine songwritin’ from a band we can clearly tell are on their way. It’s a bit Bombay Bicycle Club, a sprog of Mystery Jets, and a tease of Eastern Barbers. Sweet deal.


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