SLGTM are one of those bands I persist with, but who usually slightly disappoint me. I sometimes think there’s something a bit forced, a bit trying-too-hard about them. Side A is great though, fuzzy and honestly lo-fi. The title reminds me of that girl falling off the horse in My Super Sweet 16 UK, which I used to love watching. I’ll never, ever, forget the girl singing That Song from Titanic. Falling off a horse is very dangerous, and you shouldn’t laugh. B-side is abominably fuzzy, so I’m all over that.

This is on a nice brown/black wood-effect vinyl with no middle, and in a proper (i.e. folded, bagged) sleeve. It came out in 2008 and I wonder how I missed it. Probably the best thing of theirs I’ve heard.

Hmm. The big question here is does the name/title cross the “wacky” line? Let’s have a listen and see if it’s any good, then decide. It’s pretty good. I like the riff, it’s pleasantly repetitive, and the lyrics are smart and just the right side of wacky. It has the feel of music made by people who are really into music, and that’s always a good thing.

Famous (in our house at least) for that brilliant “puking up Bailey’s while my nan makes tea” Christmas song, this is far more proficient and professional than I expected. It is typically slightly odd and bonkers though, so you can’t complain can you? Sounds like Amelia Fletcher singing towards the end, but I’ve no idea whether it is or not. Excellent record.

I remember when only Sonic Youth spelt “your” incorrectly. Now it’s everyone.

It’s wall-to-wall indiepop chez moi tonight, but as this is on HHBTM, (one of my favourite labels and probably the reason I bought it) that’s to be expected. This is top-notch indiepop too, fuzzy, scratchy, buzzy, catchy, it could be one of a thousand bands, but that doesn’t matter a damn. With Protools in every bedroom it’s nice to hear something that’s been genuinely poorly recorded.

On a lovely dark blue shade of vinyl, and I’m not sure which side is which. This one is slow and atmospheric. Vaguely reminds me of Felt, without really sounding like them. Ah, this is the b-side, he keeps saying “house of secrets”, which is written on the back of the sleeve in creepy writing. Crikey, it goes on a bit this. Let’s try the ‘a’. Crap, I just sat on the sleeve and creased it. This side actually does sound like Felt. I’m sure there should be an apostrophe in “Girls Names”, but that’s a bit much to hope for these days isn’t it? Shoegaze bands used to do a lot of songs with girls’ names in the titles. Sue, Alison, Judy, Miranda. I could go on.

I am famous for my annual Christmas Spacker compilation, and I love Christmas records in all forms, from Johnny Mathis to that Vandals album. Like a surprising number of “alternative” Christmas records, it has an Oi! bent to it, but Ebenezer’s Carol does indeed reference what you hope it might reference. It’s pretty good. The Fox is ace, and he’s right: it is just another form of racism.