SOTW: Strawberry Whiplash, Factory Girl

Listening to noise pop in February is like eating ice-cream at Christmas. Eccentric, quirky, and even better in the wrong season than it is in the right one. You listen to Factory Girl, even in this weather, and you can see it - the rain coming down on a deserted beach in, as Morrisey so eloquently put it, a humdrum town. There's a plastic bag billowing in the breeze, and the tide is sweeping in and out in time with the rickety drums. The gentle squawking of the seagulls blends with the Stone Roses guitar lines. You, leaning against the railings, sing quietly along, the only person in the world. It's a strange feeling. Like you're living in a dream.

7/10

Moll x