Nite Songs

  The trouble with being a one hit (well okay, one and a half hit) wonder is that you're always going to be singing over the echoes of The Hit to those outside of your fanbase. Pop punk/glam rock veterans Lit are a case in point. I'll admit, I was a fan of theirs back in the day when they had their brief moment in the sun with My Own Worst Enemy  and have listened to a few albums since, all of which have been solid and serviceable while never quite threatening to put anything else up there in your memory other than the obvious song when their name comes up. Tastes Like Gold  is another case in point. The opening one-two of lead-off single Yeah Yeah Yeah  and Mouth Shut (featuring No Doubt guitarist Adrian Young) are solid slices of pop-punk which you can see keeping the band's fanbase happy but not really winning them any new converts. Let's be clear, that's not necessarily a bad thing - songs like the ode to Friday night drunken arguments with your girl and the mak...

  Welcome to the Singles Bar on this cold November night. Glass of mulled something for you? Well, while you mull it over, let's have a look at what's out this month shall we? Well, we kind of had to start with long time Nite Songs faves Evil Scarecrow  who are back with a bang this month complete with half a new line-up and a new single Master Of The Dojo  (🌕🌕🌕🌕🌗) from their forthcoming album due to see the light of day in 2022. And it's as brilliantly silly as you'd expect with some Karate Kid  inspired lyrics about kicking people in the balls to win fights over some chugging none-more-metal riffs. Expect to see audiences doing a dance routine to it much the same as they did to Robototron  and Crabulon  in recent years at a venue near you soon.  Bandcamp Link And it isn't getting any less heavy or silly around here as Geordie stoner rock bruisers Pigs Pigs Pigs Pigs Pigs Pigs Pigs have teamed up with Lancaster art-rock oddballs The Lovely Eggs ...

  "It's no surprise to me, I am my own worst enemy, 'cos every now and then I kick the living shit outta me..."  - Lit - My Own Worst Enemy You may have noticed this from the recent Worst Albums feature but it's safe to say that I really didn't have a lot of time for most of the second wave of frat punk that started slithering across the Atlantic as the millennium approached. I mean, don't get me wrong, I used to like Green Day (before they decided that trying to become a punk U2 was a viable career option) and the Offspring were good for the odd belly laugh here and there but as groups like Blink 182, Sum 41, New Found Glory, the Bloodhound Gang et al started to make inroads into the charts, essentially peddling tenth rate clones of Dookie  or Smash , the whole thing just started to get incredibly tiresome. To be honest, I never had any time for that sort of puerile grossout humour anyway...call me an old sourpuss if you really must but I just like my jok...