FREE MUSIC: Vicarious garage rock thrills this week come from The Clutters, labelled "Nashville's answer to The Ramones" by Village Voice. Any band with two chords and long hair gets called someone's new Ramones these days so we can safely ignore that, as we can touring partners The Legendary Shack Shakers' declaration that they're "like The White Stripes but with good songs" which is clearly being unceasingly pixieish to the nth degree, but there's something in their full throttle garage rock, with Farfisa and male/female harmonies, that appeals on 9999 (Ways To Hate Us).
HEY YOU GET OFFA MYSPACE: There's not been a lot of slinkily brash hooky/rocky female fronted bands around of late, so filling the sizeable gap come Manchester power trio (hooker). Together in various forms since 1998, Plan B called them a combination of McLusky and Sleater-Kinney, which if it sounds too good to be true... is. Sorry. There's definite Kinneyisms in there, though, particularly in Zoe McVeigh's Corin Tucker-esque voice, along with the almost to be expected elements of pre-ubiquity Gossip (who they've supported), Throwing Muses and PJ Harvey. It's not too late for something to happen for them.
VISUAL REPRESENTATION: We were going to cover Glastonburys of old this week, but couldn't be bothered. Instead, here's Lovefoxxx and video director Cat Solen doing My Humps at karaoke, which reminded us of Chan Marshall's mystique shredding go at The Real Slim Shady.
IN OTHER NEWS: Despite what the parents say, The Cult Of Richey seems to be reaching new levels in New Zealand