Over at Into the Pop Void, they’ve reminded me how great Birdie were.
Now we’re more than halfway through winter, it’s perfectly alright to start looking forward to lazy hot summer afternoons spent lying somewhere grassy with a few ciders, watching people more attractive than you over the top of your sunglasses and enjoying the kind of peacefulness that is only ever interrupted by the occasional wonky tinkle of an ice cream van. I have a certain fondness for soundtracking these rare days with a very particular type of relaxed, sun-spangled pop – Edie Brickell’s Good Times usually gets an outing – but more often than not I just stick Birdie’s Some Dusty album on repeat because it’s easier than doing an entire playlist and to be honest does just as good a job. The song of theirs I love the most is Folk Singer.
Birdie, of course, came to my attention because their lead singer was Debsey Wykes, who I’d fallen a little bit…
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