The Daily Choice: English Singles – Finer Points

I don’t know if anyone remembers anything anymore except for how to turn things on, and how to stare all sad at blissful at the boob tube, but I wonder if anyone remembers a long while ago when I announced that The Great Wheel of Music was turning and that the detritus of the 90s (the ska, the power-punk, the Spin Doctors) was being churned back to the surface. We’ve spun through the 80s, thankfully, the pop-synth and high-waisted pants segueing in to new strains of electronica that I won’t find while perusing my Google Reader. And now, now we stand at the gateway to pop-punk, a dangerous path indeed. Terry Malts, all swaggering spit and neurotic vocals have fired the first shot and this English Singles track (another pop-punk release from Slumberland) is the flanking maneuver. “Finer Points” feels like it was recorded in a piss-stained garage, but right before everyone left, the guy not wearing a leather jacket tagged with anarchy symbols asked if maybe they could lower the distortion a little bit. Somebody might have huffed angrily on their cig, but at the end of the day, it just seemed like a better idea.
An addendum to my fear of the pop-punk axel turning – I never thought that on the way to one of my least favorite parts of 90s music nostalgia opening it’s mighty maw that we’d go through a period of such enjoyable tunes. One hopes that this is the norm, but just wait until the mainstream gets ahold of this shit, it’s going to be ugly, fast.
English Singles album Backstreet Pages is out today on Slumberland.




