What I learned this week: being sick while maintaining a blog stinks.

It’s incredible how a couple of days with a really bad fever can totally throw you out of any and all loops you have going. People always talk about “the” loop, but I’m of the opinion that there are many loops, loops for all sorts of different realities. Some are easier to jump back into than others. Some are more forgiving than others. Some you just hate more than others.

Just a thought. I may still be delirious from fever, so I’ll just move along and sound off the list of my five favourite songs I wrote about in the past week, in order of appearance:

• Sloan - I’m Not A Kid Anymore
• The Young Sinclairs - Cancelled Flight
• Junior Pantherz - On And Off
• Bart Davenport - Miami Afternoon
• Pomegranates - Thunder Island

Oh, Pomegranates, You sneaky little sneakers, nice try.

You really tried your best to try and confound me into becoming completely dumbfounded by that shapeshifter of a song you named Thunder Island. Fie on you, you Ohio songcrafters and your slippery styles which will enable the laziest of music reviewers to label you as “genre-defying.” Fie!

Yes, you thrive off the diverse musicality of post-punk, what with your calculated intros and deliberate executions, complete with progressive tempo increase and stylistic shifts. How clever are you to sound like a composed band looking to install a sonic space of melodious musical exploration, only to slip right into crunchy guitar-led punk inflections like the coarsest of garage bands, allowing the perfectly uneven vocals to rush over us like a raiding squall. Yes, one would probably completely give up on your case once the glorious mayhem of tribalistic percussion trounces the already forked nature of your song with unappeasable furiousness.

But I won’t. I’ll stick by and love your song for all the right reasons. And there is nothing you can do about it.

MP3: Pomegranates - Thunder Island

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