It’s another blink-and-you’ll-miss-it tune this time, but you know me, that’s enough to get my dander up.
Picture the scene: a tastefully shot blonde lovely frolics on a beach sniffing a flower. Into shot come a bevy of other beauties, all either wearing the same sort of flower – a daisy, I guess, from the name of the product – in their hair, or sexily kicking the waves up, or writing their name in the sand.
What better way to soundtrack such a wet dream of an event than a song called Teen Age Riot?
Except, it isn’t. Obviously. Those are no normal teenagers. For a start, they’re on a beach having fun and not moping in their bedrooms, sulking in their misery.
Except, the ad-men have selected the quiet, start-doesn’t-sound-like-the-rest-of-the-song bit of the song in an effort to throw us of the scent.
But I smell you and your not particularly cheap whiff.
Me buying the album this is on was the closest that Llyr and I ever came to a second argument.
I returned from the now defunkt Fopp in Cardiff, clutching a little plastic bag with Sonic Youth’s Daydream Nation nestling inside.
Proud of my purchase, I showed Llyr, and, non-plussed, he said:
“Oh, Another album you’ve bought that you think you ought to own.”
I looked at him quizzically. I knew he was trying to get me to bite.
“Have you ever bought an album that you didn’t think you ought to own?”
“Fair point. Can I have a listen after you?”
“Course you can.”
Warning: utter tune incoming.
I’ll dedicate this to Greta Thunberg, architect of the school strikes for climate, whilst also waving it in the apopleptic faces of the likes of Toby Young, who have this week sought to undermine Greta by announcing to the world that as her mother was a singer, then Greta must be privileged (this from the man whose father rang up Oxford University and persuaded them to let little Toby in) and therefore her opinion on climate change is somehow irrelevant: