Allo, Darlin' - Henry Rollins Don't Dance (WeePop!)

Hot, isn't it?

By rights, everyone should think that Elizabeth Darling is too clever for her own good. Her songs are full of references to (hey!) Popular Icons of our Time, and could be thrown away as some kind of sub-Hibbett fancy.

The fact they're life affirming nuggets of pop, therefore, should be cherished. 'Henry Rollins Don't Dance' is the perfect accompaniment to Pocketbooks' 'Footsteps' - a couple of songs that rely on nothing more than pure innocence to make them modern treasures.

Whereas the title track and 'Dear Stephen Hawkins' are full of life and zest, it's the mournful, Lucksmiths-y 'Heartbeat Chilli' which makes me happy. Full of couplets most bands would die for, the fact that it's a b-side shows that Darling has brilliant songs coming out of every orifice.

I've cooled down a bit now.