Electric Six always have been hedonistic.
The classic albums ‘Fire’ and ‘Senor Smoke’ were defined by their free-for-all fun. Not every track was a hit, but that was the point. They were albums made on month-long benders, or so they sounded. But there was craft too, in the less sloppy moments cut with wit (‘Gay Bar’ for instance).
Then along came ‘Switzerland’ and I lost faith. Overall, their sound became too considered, really.
Now, a couple of albums later and we have ‘Kill’ – and the single ‘Body Shot’. The track is genre-cheating, sleazed-out porn rock. The kind of thing they do best, but which they also overly depend upon.
The video is an explosion of crassness, as though the distinct but subtly played sleaze of ‘Danger! High Voltage’ has been exponentially and uncontrollably exploded away from. But, my! how wonderfully it achieves its crassness.
It might just be enough to win me back.
Now that I have some spare time, Apple and I will also get stuck into planning next year’s European adventure.


For the next four months I shall be free to watch the films I want to watch, read the books I want to read – and enjoy life generally, without the voice of guilt whispering (sometimes screaming) in the back of my brain, “you should really be studying.”
