Falldog

Something happened yesterday which I honestly expected never would. The Mrs and I were listening to the new Rufus Wainwright album in the car, when he admitted that it, too, has broken pop music for him. And I’m not even sure he actually likes Rufus all that much. Just like me, he can’t now listen to anything else for more than four bars without thinking, “No, you know, I’m just going to put the Rufus album on again…”

News from my side of the musical divide: I think I’ve found an album that could break my addiction. It’s Fantastic Playroom by New Young Pony Club, and it’s great. There’s shades of Bow Wow Wow in there, bits of the B-52s, a female Lou Reed vibe, and (probably my favourite thing about it) a woman who really can sing choosing, for most of the album, not to.