The Issues. My Sister Was a Punk

 

Everything in its place. I keep saying this in review after review. It must be a theme.

Anyway.

This song has a rattle. It is like a piece came loose and jitters about as the song bangs along.

The song has a scraping guitar. You can feel the plastic scratching the strings.

The song has a knowing voice. Words that are knowing and capture a simple feeling. Clever. Self-deprecating in the way the best British bands are.

This is either a lost soul, a love-lamb of a band that will be adored from their growing obscurity. Perfext.

Or it will be the first single that everyone who gets into their later, successful music will pretend to like but fail to understand whilst aching to have loved them when this first tender song popped into the world.

Honestly, this song is magic. I don't care if they never make another one, but I hope they do.