Reflections

...in the impromptu lake that the park down the road has become. More pre-festives today: took my Nan out for lunch, ate too much, wrapped presents, snoozed...

#6 'On The Hot Dog Streets' by Go-Kart Mozart

Unlikely as it may seem, Lawrence just keeps on getting more bonkers. There's method to the madness, though; and the only other person I can think of with such an interest in the pop-culture ephemera of the English seventies and the way it's shaped contemporary culture is Luke Haines. Whilst Haines' view - clammy with Saturday wrestling, transport caff food, nylon and lycra - seems fraught with a barely concealed creeping horror, though, the seventies (and, increasingly, eighties) revivalism of Go-Kart Mozart is a much more day-glo affair, and frequently hysterical. Much of this is down to the whole 'everything but the kitchen sink approach' - everything from glam stomp, terrace chants and Tiswas rants to synth-wizardry and absurd axe histrionics - but there's a dry presiding wit that shapes the whole and undercuts the 'guilty pleasure' vibe even as it revels in it. Irresistible...