The Rellies are a new band from Australia, featuring brothers Ryan (13, guitar) and Riley (11, bass) as well as Jarlath (11, drums) and Aiden (12, guitar). This is their debut single.
It’s about Isabella, says Riley. Isabella, apparently, is annoying. “A new girl came to our school. Eventually she starts bullying me and then I get her back in the form of a song.” And that’s how it’s done, kids.
It makes sense that this is coming out on Damaged Goods, home of Billy Childish, Holly Golightly, and lots of other snotty punks.
Hopefully, Isabella takes this song to heart and tries to be less annoying.
Directed by Ben McNamara. From Salt, coming this later year. “A Couple of Songs” single out now on Dualtone.
Angie McMahon sings, “I’ve been lost for a while and I’m feeling tired” and sums up the overall sentiment of the past couple of years of living in an increasingly disappointing world.
But the video prove’s there’s hope! The answer, my friends, is wagging its tail in the alley. Nothing can make you feel less blue than the love of a dog. And Angie McMahon’s backyard air guitar concert for the neighborhood pooches will make everybody feel better.
She says, “This one’s about feeling really tired, trying anyway, and wanting to rock out like Springsteen. I wrote it after eating a whole lasagna.”
And I spend so much time eating pasta
Although I’m probably allergic
And other people seem to move so much faster
Only an Australian can rhyme “pasta” with “faster.”
And of course I’m a sucker for any video featuring a wiener dog.
Directed by Katie Mitchell. From Sculptor, out now on Sub Pop.
Most songs written by adults about kids are condescending, but Luluc treats their kids with respect.
The teacher who prides:
“Why don’t you come talk to me?
You’ve got such a big chip on your shoulder.”
“No, that’s my armor til I’m older.”
There’s a bit of a “It gets better” message but more important — or at least more visceral — is the “We’re gonna get out of here” message. For me, looking back a few decades, my overwhelming memory of adolescence is the feeling of just wanting to get out: of school, of my dumb hometown, of my house, of my body. Flight.