How does it go again? Click your heels three times and you're back in Kansas? Something like that anyway. Strange the things that run through your head when you hear a song that doesn't quite fit. I mean, "Feast of Hammers" from Brighton band Birdeatsbaby sounds like elegant art-punk but it escapes the theatricality that is expected of that oddly named genre and nose dives – but in a good way – into the kind of murderous bleakness that would surely have had Brecht nodding in approval.
Similarly elegant and complex – the temptation for a fine wine metaphor often overcomes me – is "The Sailor's Wife" that reflects much the same dramatic themes whilst making you think its natural replay medium should be a scratchy shellac 78.
There is life in the old republic yet.