Imagine, for just a moment, that you’re Emma Bunton. Okay, so you’ve now sat down with a nice cup of tea. Worried about the direction your career is going in? Searching for that elusive musical identity? So you should. After those 60s facsimilies it’s now time to bring out the Brazilian in you. Awful huh?

Who writes this stuff anyway? Someone who doesn’t listen to music probably. Which brings me onto my track of the day for, er, today. Mono plough a furrow led by Saint Etienne, but mixed with electronica, trip-hop and breakbeat. Much of their sole album Formica Blues is drenched in the 1960s, just like our Emma’s recent guff, but there’s more style and songwriting skill to pull off the melding of influences in order to make something both familiar and novel.

Playboys is a case in point.

BTW, I’ve just been over to Amazon to buy Violet Indiana’s Roulette and Russian Doll. And if you don’t know why, you’ve not been paying attention to my blog entries and links have you? Don’t bother searching, that ain’t gonna help you either.