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Come on Feet - Pete and the Pirates
It rattles like teeth in a tin can, rings like a hard right to the head, packs more handclaps per square feet that your average gospel choir and breaks landspeed records in a Lamborghini. If you only eat a meal to get to dessert, this song is butter-sugar-flour lumped on your plate like mashed potatoes and fed fingerstyle. And fuck the Libertines, the Arctic Monkeys and the last great British hope. Dig this lineage: The Kinks, Buzzcocks, Blur, Pete and the Pirates (ok, maybe they'll need to shorten their name).
If "Come on Feet" sounds familiar, it's because one of PatP's number is also the bloody brill Tap Tap, on whose bonus version of Lanzafame appeared a slower-mo version. (And, it should be said, these PatP tracks aren't really new -- they've been floating around the web for a while.) I hate to overstate things, but Little Death (Amazon, eMusic) is the best pop record so far this year.