BEBE BLACK | Deathwish

 
With high notes reminiscent of La Roux's Elly Jackson, London-based Bebe Black's "Deathwish" seems to tell the tale of the tragedy of loving someone and how destructive it can be. It's like dark, disco/dance; as enigmatic as the woman herself (and by that I mean there are few details about her knocking about online). Keep your ears open for more information and tracks and maybe follow her on Twitter and conduct some Sherlock-esque deductions of you own...

The 1975 - Chocolate

Today is one of those days. You know the one I mean, right? The air is still cold, the mist might still be hanging around but the sun's shining and there's a promise of spring palpable in everything. It's the kind of day that makes you feel like smiling for no reason other than the fact that it's no longer a hideous, rainy day in England. 

You need some music to accompany this good mood - an aural contributor to the spring in your step. I give you the latest offering from Manchester-born alt-rockers The 1975. 

After causing quite a stir with "Sex" and giving standard radio play a much needed guitar revival, this jaunty, upbeat and dare I say "funky" follow up is perfect for A Day Of Doing Things; to be driving around in the sunshine, windows down and stereo up (presumably why they've entitled their March 4th release "Music For Cars" - serving suggestion.)

Turn it up and enjoy.