Roisin Murphy – Orally Fixated
So I'm hearing there's a guitar solo...
Pop, to two decimal places
So I'm hearing there's a guitar solo...
And our second post goes up around 17 hours after our first one. Back in the saddle, baby...
And our attempt to tie up all remaining loose ends in pop today in the space of a week begins with our highest score for a non-Swiftian country single…
And this should have been up with the weekend lot. We're having some time off because, frankly, we're ruddy knackered at the moment. Come back on Monday, when we'll roll out more of our usual shenanigans in preparation for our end-of-year extravaganza...
Prepping the world for another run of grumble-powered superhits...
A variety of mishaps and screw-ups proudly presents: Weekend Jukebox!...
Now her head’s stopped spinning…
Don't fall in love with her yet...
Kendal boys still not quite mint...
One day, they will run out of walls to lean against. Not today, though...