Wait until next year

This week’s musical crush is Turf War. I don’t know a whole lot about them, and to brutally honest have only heard a few of their songs, but they are certainly reaching the parts other bands can’t reach right now.

As I mentioned on my Twitter feed this morning, their song Cheers To The Years makes me want to go drinking. I’m not sure if that was a strictly healthy response to listening to any song at 10.30am, but there you go. Turf War either trigger the drinking neurons in my brain, or my job is leading me to alcoholism. A little from Column A and a little from Column B, I imagine.

I also like how they look and sound like a proper band. I am aware this makes me sound old and conservative, and that I am probably only a few steps away from sitting in my rocking chair yelling about all those horrible “haircut bands” with their synthesizers or something. But, anyway, sometimes some unpretentious rock and roll is what is in order, rather than any of that clever or polite stuff or whatever.

To enter full-on Luddite mode, I’m annoyed that I’m getting my fix through digital means. This is the kind of song that should be heard on a scuffed-up seven-inch single, not through a bunch of zeroes and ones.

You can listen to it here, in this fancy contraption: