Everyday is Like Sunday, Except for Blue Monday and Ruby Tuesday, and…Well, Friday I’m in Love: Weekly Mix #68


Though I’ve been to London on five separate occasions, I know I haven’t experienced nearly enough to qualify as knowing London. It seems time always got away from me when I was there (granted, the longest stretch of consecutive time I’ve spent there has been four days). London has always been one of those cities that gives me a good vibe (others being Berlin, Florence, and Cardiff), and I also find it one of the easiest cities to navigate and get around in. The London Underground is a thing of beauty, especially having experienced half a dozen other subway systems. At the same time, I’ve highly enjoyed myself just walking around the city. In addition to walking (or in some cases, running when it appeared that I was constantly losing time), I’ve done a few of the touristy things like visiting the Tate Modern Gallery (see here for musings from my 2007 visit); watching Richard III as a groundling at the Globe (note: Richard III is Shakespeare’s second-longest play and thus requires strong legs if you’re a backpacker with barely any money); taking a day trip out to Hampton Court Palace; getting sell-off tickets at Leicester Square for a musical; wandering through Westminster Abbey (I remember being particularly excited standing in Poet’s Corner and reading Lewis Carroll’s epitaph: “Is all our Life, then, but a dream?”); staring at the impossibly, ridiculously tiny Nelson at Trafalgar Square, passing by Buckingham Palace (resisting the urge to sing The Queen is Dead at the top of your lungs); browsing Covent Garden; and visiting Hamleys (the seven-storey toy store on Regent Street). I realize that I’ve missed out on a ton of museums and galleries despite a total of about eight days over the past nine years, but it seems I’m either with someone who doesn’t want to see them or I just run out of time. Part of this time issue has to do with the fact I’ve hit Camden Town nearly every time I’ve gone to London.

For me, Camden had tended to hold a mythological position in my mind. It seemed to be an ideal place to congregate if you were otherwise considered freakish or if you preferred to appear that way. It also seemed to be an exciting place for artistic pursuits. I don’t know what actual Londoners think of Camden, but I rather enjoy myself there, shopping in the stalls and record shops. I have yet to go unaccompanied by someone who would much rather be somewhere else, so I would like to visit there alone next time and go more slowly. Although, I don’t know how it’s been since the big fire, so perhaps my experience would be quite different in the future.

Camden has always struck me as a haven for subcultures, perhaps even a graveyard for subcultures (let’s face it, cybergoth is probably pretty passé), but like anyone who wants to set themselves apart from the mainstream, it persists in spite of the uncoolness of it all or the irony-fisted hipsters. I come to Camden from a slightly more mature direction than when I first stepped off that stop on the Northern Line six years ago, but I still love that I get excited about being there. And I will continue to cherish The Clash vinyl bootleg I purchased there on that first trip. Like punk, Camden is tempered by my accrued life experience, but that doesn’t mean I still didn’t hang onto my two pairs of bondage trousers, which were bought from the same shop on Camden High Street on two separate occasions and were tried on on the same rickety staircase landing in lieu of a fitting room.

Through Camden and several other record havens in the English capital, I associate London with music and the hunger for music (although I would say that the UK as a whole takes music much more seriously and fervently than North America). London, England has been the epicentre of music at various points in history, most significantly in the swinging 60s and in the past-obsessed 90s, which was essentially a re-living of the 60s. Once again, due to a combination of company and time limitations, I’ve never gone to a live gig in London, but I still hope to someday, especially since I’m falling in love with its current independent scene. I would imagine most local music scenes would have a bit of an incestuous organization to them, but I find it interesting just how convoluted the networks between some of the artists in today’s mix are.

Let’s start with now-defunct band, Luxembourg, which I mentioned in my last post. When they broke up, they spawned The Melting Ice Caps and The Soft Close-Ups (David Shah), Jonny Cola and the A-Grades (Alex Potterill), and The New Royal Family (David Barnett). Barnett used to be in The Boyfriends with Richard Adderley, who now plays with him in The New Royal Family and in his own separate project, Small Crew. The video for The New Royal Family’s song Anyone Fancy a Chocolate Digestive? (which is featured in this mix) included an appearance by Dickon Edwards, who used to be in Orlando and in Spearmint, but who is now in Fosca. The New Royal Family also released a split EP with Keith TOTP a couple of years ago; Keith TOTP has collaborated with both Art Brut and The Indelicates, both of which branch off into various solo and collaborative projects. Then there’s Morton Valence, which shares Anne Gilpin with Vanilla Swingers, and frYars who is friends with Tom Rosenthal. To round things off, I’ve added White Rose Movement, Soho Dolls, Monocle Rose, The Firm, Kingfishers Catch Fire, and oddly enough, a song by a band named Truck, in which the vocalist is Andrew Robertson, who played Titus Groan in the mini-series adaptation of Mervyn Peake’s Gormenghast. There’s a lot of art and literacy blended with urban(e) style in these artists. It may all seem a little crazy, but it has the beautiful logic and design of the Tube.

This one’s called The London Underground.

London’s Mine – White Rose Movement

Disappearing Act – Jonny Cola and the A-Grades

The Rest For the Wicked – Soho Dolls

Too Good For Hollywood – Simon Indelicate

Visitors (Stephen Hague Remix) – frYars

Anyone Fancy a Chocolate Digestive? – The New Royal Family

Round the Rim and Back to Him – The Firm

It’s a Kick – Monocle Rose

Pump Up the Volume – Art Brut

Fun is For the Feeble Minded – The Indelicates

I Love You – The Boyfriends

Supine on the Astro Turf – Fosca

City – Truck

Rambling – Small Crew

A Week Away – Spearmint

Chandelier – Morton Valence

Mise en Scene – The Melting Ice Caps

Ballerina – Kingfishers Catch Fire

Two of the Beatles Are Dead – Keith TOTP

Tesco is Evil – Tom Rosenthal

The Town – Vanilla Swingers

4 Responses to “Everyday is Like Sunday, Except for Blue Monday and Ruby Tuesday, and…Well, Friday I’m in Love: Weekly Mix #68”

  1. 1 Rol
    June 2, 2009 at 9:54 am

    Considering how much I love half of this list (i.e. the half I recognise), I’m betting the other half will end up costing me money.

  2. 2 Walworth
    June 3, 2009 at 5:34 pm

    haha, i’m on three of these tracks! a very nicely put together playlist, that.

  3. June 21, 2009 at 2:49 am

    It’s great to read an outsider’s perspective on the Camden scene. London is such a fantastic city. Of course there are always new hip cool young scenes springing up all over but us bands feel drawn to Camden!

    Come and see us sometime: we’ve got lots of shows coming up over the summer: at weekends and in great venues! And watch out for our next single “Tired of London” released in October.

    X Rosa, Monocle Rose

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Arcade Fire w/ Bell Orchestre + Wolf Parade (2005)

Arctic Monkeys w/ Reverend and the Makers (2007)

Austra w/ Young Galaxy + Tasseomancy (2011)

Big Audio Dynamite (2011)

Billy Bragg w/ Ron Hawkins (2009)

Billy Idol w/ Bif Naked (2005)

Bloc Party w/ Hot Hot Heat (2009)

Buzzcocks w/ The Dollyrots (2010)

Damo Suzuki (2012)

David Bowie w/ The Polyphonic Spree (2004)

Diamond Rings w/ PS I Love You + The Cannon Bros. (2011)

Diamond Rings w/ Gold & Youth (2012)

Dragonette w/ Ruby Jean & the Thoughtful Bees (2009)

Frank Turner w/ The Cavaliers (2010)

Frank Turner w/ Into It Over It + Andrew Jackson Jihad (2011)

Franz Ferdinand w/ Think About Life (2009)

Gang of Four w/ Hollerado (2011)

Good Shoes w/ The Moths + The Envelopes (2007)

Hot Hot Heat w/ The Futureheads + Louis XIV (2005)

IAMX w/ closethuman (2007)

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Interpol (2007)

Janelle Monae w/ Roman GianArthur (2012)

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Jonathan Richman (2011)

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Lou Reed w/ Buke and Gass (2011)

Manic Street Preachers w/ Fear of Music (2007)

Manic Street Preachers w/ Bear Hands (2009)

Manic Street Preachers at Wanaja Festival (2011)

Mother Mother w/ Old Folks Home (2009)

Mother Mother w/ Whale Tooth (2011)

Mother Mother w/ Hannah Georgas (2012)

MSTRKRFT w/ Felix Cartal (2008)

Muse (2004)

Nine Inch Nails w/ Death From Above 1979 + Queens of the Stone Age (2005)

of Montreal w/ Janelle Monae (2010)

Owen Pallett w/ Little Scream (2010)

Patrick Wolf w/ Bishi (2007)

Prince (2011)

Pulp w/ Grace Jones, TV on the Radio, The Hives, The Horrors, Metronomy, Devotcka, Vintage Trouble (2011)

Rufus Wainwright w/ Teddy Thompson (2010)

Snow Patrol w/ Embrace (2005)

Snow Patrol w/ OK Go + Silversun Pickups (2007)

Sons and Daughters w/ Bodies of Water (2008)

Stars w/ Thurston Revival (2006)

Stars w/ The Details (2008)

Stars (2010)

Steven Severin (2010)

Stroszek (2007)

The Antlers w/ Haunter (2012)

The Flaming Lips w/ Ariel Pink's Haunted Graffiti (2010)

The Jesus and Mary Chain w/ Nightbox (2012)

The Killers w/ Ambulance Ltd (2004)

The New Pornographers w/ Novillero (2008)

The New Pornographers w/ The Mountain Goats (2010)

The Ordinary Boys w/ Young Soul Rebels (2006)

The Pains of Being Pure at Heart w/ Suun (2011)

The Rakes w/ The Young Knives (2006)

The Raveonettes w/ Black Acid (2008)

The Stills w/ Gentleman Reg (2009)

The Subways w/ The Mad Young Darlings (2006)

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The only certain thing that is left about me

There is no part of my body that has not been used

Pity or pain, to show displeasure's shame

Everyone I've loved or hated always seems to leave


So I turned myself to face me

But I've never caught a glimpse

Of how the others must see the faker

I'm much too fast to take that test

The Smiths Queen is Dead

A dreaded sunny day

So let's go where we're happy

And I meet you at the cemetry gates

Oh, Keats and Yeats are on your side

A dreaded sunny day

So let's go where we're wanted

And I meet you at the cemetry gates

Keats and Yeats are on your side

But you lose 'cause weird lover Wilde is on mine

The Clash London Calling

When they kick at your front door

How you gonna come?

With your hands on your head

Or on the trigger of your gun


Charles Windsor, who's at the door

At such an hour, who's at the door

In the back of an old green Cortina

You're on your way to the guillotine

Here the rabble comes

The kind you hoped were dead

They've come to chop, to chop off your head


Then you came with your breezeblocks

Smashing up my face like a bus-stop

You think you're giving

But you're taking my life away


Won't someone give me more fun?

(and the skin flies all around us)

We kiss in his room to a popular tune

Oh, real drowners


Don't walk away

In silence

See the danger

Always danger

Endless talking

Life rebuilding

Don't walk away

Walk in silence

Don't turn away in silence

Your confusion

My illusion

Worn like a mask of self-hate

Confronts and then dies

Don't walk away


You don't want to hurt me

But see how deep the bullet lies

Unaware I'm tearing you asunder

Oh there is thunder in our hearts

Is there so much hate for the ones we love

Tell me we both matter don't we

The Associates Affectionate

I don't know whether

To over or under estimate you

Whether to over or under estimate you

For when I come over

You then put me under

Personal taste is a matter of gender


I wake at dusk to go alone without a light

To the unknown

I want this night inside of me

I want to feel

I want this speeding

I want that speeding


You'll never live like common people

You'll never do what common people do

You'll never fail like common people

You'll never watch your life slide out of view

And dance and drink and screw

Because there's nothing else to do

Vanilla Swingers

All I have is words, words that don't obtain

And I feel I'm a stain on your horizon

So I stay away - it's easier that way

And there won't be no-one I need to rely on

Is it him, is it me

Or is there something only I can see

How did I get here, why do we blow around like straw dogs on the breeze

I'm a special one, what they used to say

But I've to stay on, finish levels-A

You don't need exams when you've read John Gray

The Indelicates American Demo

And nobody ever comes alive

And the journalists clamour round glamour like flies

And boys who should know better grin and get high

With fat men who once met the MC5

And no one discusses what they don't understand

And no one does anything to harm the brand

And this gift is an illusion, this isn't hard

Absolutely anyone can play the fucking guitar

JAMC Darklands

And we tried so hard

And we looked so good

And we lived our lives in black


Plucked her eyebrows on the way

Shaved her leg and then he was a she

She says, hey babe,

Take a walk on the wild side

Said, hey honey, take a walk on the wild side


Hide on the promenade

Etch a postcard:

How I dearly wish I was not here

In the seaside town...that they forgot to bomb

Come, come, come - nuclear bomb


Back when we were kids

We would always know when to stop

And now all the good kids are messing up

Nobody has gained or accomplished anything

Wire Pink Flag

Prices have risen since the government fell

Casualties increase as the enemy shell

The climate's unhealthy, flies and rats thrive

And sooner or later the end will arrive

This is your correspondent, running out of tape

Gunfire's increasing, looting, burning, rape


Well, maybe there's a god above

But all I've ever learned from love

Was how to shoot somebody who outdrew you

It's not a cry that you hear at night

It's not somebody who's seen the light

It's a cold and it's a broken hallelujah


And what costume shall the poor girl wear

To all tomorrow's parties

For Thursday's child is Sunday's clown

For whom none will go mourning


My body is your body

I won't tell anybody

If you want to use my body

Go for it


Oh it's opening time

Down on Fascination Street

So let's cut the conversation

And get out for a bit

Because I feel it all fading and paling

And I'm begging

To drag you down with me

Mansun Six

And you see, I kind of shivered to conformity

Did you see the way I cowered to authority

You see, my life, it's a series of compromises anyway

It's a sham, and I'm conditioned to accept it all, you see

Japan Gentlemen

Take in the country air, you'll never win

Gentlemen take polaroids

They fall in love, they fall in love


We just want to emote til we're dead

I know we suffer for fashion

Or whatever

We don't want these days to ever end

We just want to emasculate them forever

Forever, forever

Pretty sirens don't go flat

It's not supposed to happen like that

Longpigs The Sun

There's no perfume I can buy

Make me smell like myself

So I put on perfume

To make me smell like someone else

In bed

Calvin Harris I Created Disco

I got love for you if you were born in the 80's, the 80's

I've got hugs for you if you were born in the 80's, the 80's


Does his makeup in his room

Douse himself with cheap perfume

Eyeholes in a paper bag

Greatest lay I ever had

Kind of guy who mates for life

Gotta help him find a wife

We're a couple, when our bodies double

Simple Minds Sons and Fascination

Summer rains are here

Savaged beauty life

Falling here from grace

Sister feeling call

Cruising land to land

No faith no creed no soul

Half a world away

Beauty sleeps in time

Sound and fury play

Bloc Party Silent Alarm

North to south


Running on


As if to say, as if to say

He doesn't like chocolate

He's born a liar, he'll die a liar

Some things will never be different


LCD Soundsystem

Well Daft Punk is playing at my house, my house

I've waited 7 years and 15 days

There's every kid for miles at my house, my house

And the neighbors can't...call the police

There's a fist fight brewin' at my house, my house

Because the jocks can't...get in the door

Johnny Boy

I just can't help believing

Though believing sees me cursed

Stars Set Yourself

I am trying to say

What I want to say

Without having to say "I love you"

Josef K Entomology

It took 10 years to realise why the angels start to cry

When you go home down the main

Your happy smile

Your funny name

Cocteau Twins Bluebell


Doesn't she look a million with her hairagami set

Hair kisses 'n' hair architecture

Yes, she's a beautiful brunette angel from heaven with her hairagami set

Hair kisses 'n' hair architecture

Augment a beautiful brunette

New Order Power Corruption

How does it feel

To treat me like you do

When you've laid your hands upon me

And told me who you are


You must let her go

She's not crying



Feeling like I'm waiting

Modern times



Hating to distraction

Just leave them alone


Girls in the back

Girls in the back

Puressence Don't Forget

They say come back to earth and start getting real, yeah

I say come back to earth and start getting real

I know I can't


So I walk right up to you

And you walk all over me

And I ask you what you want

And you tell me what you need


The problem of leisure

What to do for pleasure

Ideal love a new purchase

A market of the senses

Dream of the perfect life

Economic circumstances

The body is good business

Sell out, maintain the interest


Sitting in my armchair thinking again and again and again

Going round in a circle I can't get out

Then I look around thinking day and night and day

Then you look around - there must be some explanation

And the tension builds

Psychdedelic Furs

India, India

You're my love song

India, you're my love song

In the flowers

You can have me in the flowers

We will dance alone

And live our useless lives

Ladytron Light Magic

They only want you when you're seventeen

When you're twenty-one

You're no fun

They take a polaroid and let you go

Say they'll let you know


No consolation prizes

Spit out your lies and chewing gum

Cut off your hair yeah that's it!

If you look like that I swear I'm gonna love you more


All the neighbors are startin' up a fire

Burning all the old folks, the witches and the liars.

My eyes are covered by the hands of my unborn kids

But my heart keeps watchin' through the skin of my eyelids


Prince charming

Prince charming

Ridicule is nothing to be scared of

Don't you ever, don't you ever

Stop being dandy, showing me you're handsome

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