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Bull In The Heather.
When I was 15 a couple of mates of mine who were the cool slightly (I grew up in North Wales, there isn't 'very') alternative kids put me on to Sonic Youth but I didn't get it. They wired me Hits of Sunshine and Wildflower Soul (must've been in 2000 or so), bit weird, I dug Zep and shit man, didn't connect. Always had an ear for a pop tune though and, after one fateful evening pot-lucking it on Audiogalaxy (yay! old-school P2P reference!), I downloaded Sunday, Teenage Riot and BITH. The first two seemed pretty cool but there was something about Bull In The Heather... The weird sounding guitars that still seemed kinda catchy, the deadpan vocal delivery (aged 15, growing up in the sticks, only child so no cool big brother etc etc) was completely new to me... The sexiness!! The obtuse lyrics, the... is that a maraca there? Is the guy using it instead of a drum stick? What's the deal with these weird chiming notes (harmonics, as I have been loving and abusing in equal measure in the ensuing decade)? Why, despite none of it making sense, does it make so much sense?!?
No bullshit, it changed my life. I listened to that three-and-a-half minute song on a loop for eight hours, pulling an all-nighter to do so. Strangest part? I can never remember the order the lyrics come in. Somehow that song still seems to exist apart from everything else.
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