Living Dead Wallace

It must be Spring. A couple of my dormant winter electrons have begun to buzz a little bit more and I'm starting to sprout ugly looking polyps and cankers all over my swollen trunk. Music is to be heard around me again, and I even like to play it loud and jazzattack to it.. sway awkwardly and mouth the words badly.

This activity has been somewhat helped by the excitement I have for Vampire Weekend and Bat For Lashes. I know I'm late finding them, but I don't care, at my age it's a miracle I'm bothering at all, although I now seriously worry that I'm in that John Peel/'bad dad'/'think I might grow a mullet for old times sake' territory.

Here's Vampire Weekend's video for 'Mansard Roof' not that inspiring: Duran Duran's Rio without the Charlie.




And Bat For Lashes which is a much better job: