The 1975 - Sex

And this is how it starts
You take your shoes off in the back of my van
My shirt looks so good
When it's just hanging off your back
And she said use your hands and my spare time
We've got one thing in common it's this tongue of mine
She said she's got a boyfriend anyway

Throwing it back to the first album (first EP, really) for today's TMIS, with my ears still ringing from seeing Matty and the boys last night. Gorgeous stage production this time 'round, I'm so glad we went. Not only for the pretty lights and good tunes (nor for the preponderance of giddy young girls, who I'm pretty sure screamed enough estrogen into the air to add a few extra years pre-menopausal for all of us non-screaming absorbers) but also because it was at The Moody Theater instead of 360 Amphitheater which all similarly big acts are moving to when they come back to Austin, and then it's all ruined versus amazing sight lines and acoustics at ACL Live. Anyway, the Manchester hipsters really changed things up with their second album (Kenny G now on tour with them, ha) but the set flowed really well I thought. It'll be another super fun night I'm sure for those with tickets to the added second date here in Austin - or at any point of their ongoing tour. 

RIYL: The Wombats, Bad Suns, The Griswolds, Bastille

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Rolling Blackouts Costal Fever - French Press

I'm alright if you ask me
but you never do
is this thing on?
I'm coming at you
from the side of delicate now

"French Press", off Melbourne-based Rolling Blackouts Costal Fever's latest EP, is the kind of song that would have hooked me hard and fast when I was in High School. Back then I walked a line between hard punk rock, wave and the softer, more polished work of bands like The Style Council and Crowded House. Their bio describes them as "tough pop/soft punk" and I think that works well. Regardless, I'm glad I found them and would like to thank them for the throwback to the good old days.

RIYL: The Jam, The Style Council, Middle Kids, Gene

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Snow Patrol - Called Out In The Dark

It's like we just can't help ourselves
'Cause we don't know how to back down
We were called out to the streets
We were called in to the towns

And how the heavens, they opened up
Like arms of dazzling gold
With our rain washed histories
Well they do not need to be told

Show me now, show me the arms aloft
Every eye trained on a different star
This magic
This drunken semaphore
And I

(Many hours later than a usual post, it's bedtime already and thus I was called out in the dark to write up a song. Heh) It's been four years since we've heard from this lovely band out of Northern Ireland - and that last outing was a "Greatest Hits" compilation. I'm forever hopeful that Gary and the gang are going to keep on creating (and touring) together but for now, this cleverly written and belated entry to TMIS.

RIYL: The Boxer Rebellion, The Killers, Editors, The Fray

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