Morrissey once complained – in the guise of an ennui-stricken small-towner – that everyday is like Sunday, silent and grey. While this can be attributed to his chronic melodrama, there is something about Sunday that puts a damper on the remainder of the weekend. One can feel the rumblings of the traditional workweek, an earthquake of unpleasant chores and forced niceties, moments from burying what joie de vivre you could seize upon dashing home on Friday in a pile of rubble.
Saturday, though… Saturday is yours, a time to live and laugh and dance. And dance you shall, unless you’re morbidly obese or painfully self conscious. You’ll probably get a good laugh out of the last song too, unless you hate America and California Pizza Kitchen’s Jamaican Jerk Pizza and David Bowie’s flirtation with the occult. In which case, we’ll have to resolve our differences with fisticuffs.
The Horrors, She Is The New Thing
X-Mal Deutschland, Matador
Adult, In My Nerves
Muse, Bliss
Brad Neely, George Washington
