Album: Prayers on Fire, 1981
Justification: It’s weird, you know: my best friend Adam and I used to violently hate this song when we were in early high school. I think we’d seen it on Rage or something, and whenever we wanted to indicate that a song or a band we were watching was shit we’d start going “Niiiiiiiiiick the striiiiiiippeeeeeeerrrrrrr! Hideous to the eye!” in stentorian tones. And then Ads would start singing Scritti Politti‘s ‘Asylums in Jerusalem’, which I loved, and then I’d get all shitty and he’d laugh at me.
So he’d probably laugh at me now, because some years later – with my tastes someone more mature – I heard this again and went “…the HELL? This is amazing!” Tracy Pew’s filthy bass lines, the slashing guitar/brass line, Cave’s demented vocal: it’s got pretty much everything that I was to want from music for the next decade or so. And has there ever been a more contemptuous insult than “he’s a fat little insect”? Nope. There’s not.
SONG YOU SHOULD HAVE REDISCOVERED THIS TIME IN 2010: Matthew Sweet was making his brief yet indelible mark with the mighty ‘Girlfriend’.
SONG YOU SHOULD HAVE REDISCOVERED THIS TIME IN 2011: Ah, the sweet and yet wonderfully bitter sounds of the Sundays and the glorious ‘Here’s Where The Story Ends’.
AND HERE’S THE LAST FIVE…