Getting wrapped up in something on the internet to the point of running out of time elsewhere is inherently silly, and yet after a huge splurge in traffic at my other blog Bad Cover Versions, it’s exactly what I’ve done today.
So this post is a little curtailed, and I apologise profusely. Look on the bright side: perhaps this time the music itself will do the talking, as opposed performing tricks in the background, trying to grab your attention from my incoherent jabbering.
And what a song to choose to showcase in such rarefied environs. Apparently Aerials Up have only been spluttering and gasping for a year – and already they’ve whelped a song as direct, positive and wholesome as any you’ll have heard for a while.
The band is vast – think Arcade Fire having eaten The Polyphonic Spree – and look as equally wholesome as their songs. A more ruddy-cheeked and cheerful bunch I have never seen.
All of this – their innate happiness, which bleeds joyously into their songs, and their love-bomb songs themselves – can’t fail to shove everything in your life, very slightly, into a new, ultra-positive perspective.
Thus Tony Robbins should look out. Good clean fun, in the best possible way.