Nite Songs

  And so we reach the halfway point of our Albums of the Year rundown. Bring on the Top 30... 30. HELEN LOVE - "Power On" ( Bandcamp ) ( Review ) Still as endearingly enthusiastic about everything as ever, this latest album from indie veterans Helen Love provided a much needed dose of sunshine, sherbet and singalongability when the world needed it most. Songs such as Debbie Take Control Of The Stereo  and Dead In My Head  were a real delight with the band putting their stamp on the material in their own inimitable style. Long may they reign. *** 29. FAZ WALTZ - "Rebel Kicks" ( Bandcamp ) ( Review ) Still Italy's premier exponents of '70s style bootboy glam, Rebel Kicks  is another good offering from Faz Waltz. Sure, the influences are nothing you won't expect - Slade, T-Rex, Mott The Hoople but when the result is cracking tunes like the Stonesy Born In  The Wrong Time  and the strutting Chuck Berry style riff of Last Train To Nowhere , it's well and ...

  Welcome once again to the Singles Bar for our final session of 2020. As you'll see throughout today, this month's entry has been a bit of a never-ending saga to put together. The aim was to clear the decks before the end of the year but just when we thought we'd got everything sorted out, it seemed like something else that was of interest came on to our radar. So keep your eyes out for further updates today because rest assured they will be coming. Anyway, here's a blast from the past to start us off -  Grand Theft Audio were one of the few bands I genuinely used to enjoy back in the dreaded nu-metal era (partly I think because of the presence of ex-Wildhearts drummer Ritch Battersby and former 3 Colours Red guitarist Chris McCormack in the fold).   Ruin Your Youth (🌕🌕🌕🌗🌑)   is their comeback single as a three-piece (McCormack is now busy playing guitar with the Professionals) and sees them abandoning a lot of the electronica that marked their sole album from ...

  How to describe Hung Like Hanratty? Imagine Sleaford Mods except with a full band instead of just two of them and replace their electronica with a brand of foul-mouthed punk reminiscent of Peter & The Test Tube Babies and Spunk Volcano & The Eruptions. Now on their fourth album, they're still blasting out the same basic three chord thrash (albeit with some surprisingly adept flashy guitar solos in there) and growling out humorous tales of smalltown psychosis like I Hate The World  and Twat On A Bike . So why the hell is it so addictive then? I think it's because in a country which hasn't just gone to the dogs in recent years but blown its last tenner on a three-legged chihuahua while it was there to boot, not to mention that we've been stuck indoors unable to see our friends for the best part of nine months while listening to a load of silver-spoon-up-their-arse poshos desperately trying to reassure us that they know what they're doing when it's pretty...