At first I was pretty hesitant as to whether I should actually put this forward as one of my songs of the decade. You see, like the rest of The Unicorns’ first (and only) album, Who Will Cut Our Hair When We’re Gone, Les Os isn’t really a ‘song’, in the conventional sense; no verse, chorus, or middle 8 here thank you sir.
While The Unicorns might wilfully reject such trifles as ‘conventional songwriting’, on Les Os they rattle along playfully, throwing away killer hooks the likes of which so many self-consciously ‘kooky’ indie bands (here’s looking at you, The Wombats) would die for. The vibrant, sprawling pop these boys peddle on tracks like this only show how much of a shame it was that they split up so quickly; had they gave it a few more years, right now we could be looking at something really, really special.
[Album: Who Will Cut Our Hair When We’re Gone?]