Happy Sunday, bibliophiles! I hope this week has treated you well.
This week: in a terrible day for feminism, I only have a single song by a woman this week, on International Women’s Day, no less. Cancel me if you must. Also, saying “Cobra” by Geese makes me sound like a caveman giving somebody directions for exhibits at the zoo.
Enjoy this week’s songs!
SUNDAY SONGS: 3/8/26
Shit. Okay. I get it now.
The mountain of hype finally caught up to me. I can’t say that Getting Killed lives up to all of the hype it’s received, but that’s because it’s probably gotten enough hype that, if it were all translated into text in a uniform size, it could probably circle the Earth itself. But Getting Killed really is an excellent album; though it does have some low points, I think it embodies a kind of breaking point in alternative music, and I think that’s what’s resonated with so many people. Getting Killed oscillates between fevered, dystopian breakdowns and moments of contemplative tenderness, but what ties it together is that, for this generation, those emotions often go hand in hand in quick succession. To me, it feels like a response to Gen Z turning to the horrors of the world and poisoning everything with irony; Geese saw this landscape, and the irony we put into it, and slaps us upside the head with this bit from “Islands of Men”: “You can’t keep running away from what is real.” And that monumental amount of hype has to be tapping into something deep within our generation. Honestly, I’m right here raising a glass at the celebration of the death of Gen Z irony poisoning—it’s not fully dead, but hell, Cameron Winter and co. are ready to clobber it with baseball bats. What they’re putting out is chaotic, frenetic, and not always organized or perfect, but it sure as hell feels authentic.
There’s something pure about “Cobra.” By all accounts, the lyrics don’t feel all that wholesome—there’s a strong undercurrent of “that guy isn’t right for you, leave him for me,” which could either be noble or more egoistic. With the whole cobra motif, there’s plenty of back and forth between venom and temptation, and all sorts of spite. So how does it come off so purely? Was it just because I heard the “you can dance away forever” bit and latch onto that? It sure does make you want to dance away forever—it’s a song that commands at least a little shimmy out of you, and the instrumentation—from Emily Green’s high-pitched, intricate guitar work, Winter’s innate ability to make a piano yearn, and the percussion that feels like Tiny Desk without being recorded at Tiny Desk—itself seems to smile. There’s an anthemic quality embedded into a lot of the lyrics, and regardless of whatever romantic foibles it happens to be about, it’s about severing yourself from unwanted temptations and breaking free. And despite the resentment the narrator holds towards this temptor character, I almost feel a kind of respect—he’s still saying that she should leave her boyfriend because he’s keeping her from doing things independently that she was always capable of. So I think that’s what makes this circle back around to feeling wholesome. “Cobra” is like being tugged out of monotony and onto a dance floor bathed in sunlight. It’s so joyous.
…AND A BOOK TO GO WITH IT:
The Stardust Grail – Yume Kitasei – “Whatever he’s got in his hand/You can get it on your own, you’ll see/Baby, let me wash your feet forever/Baby, you can stay in my house forever and ever…”
“Wu-Tang” – They Might Be Giants
They Might Be Giants have practically been a part of my life since…well, birth probably. I grew up in the golden age of their children’s music (Here Come the ABC’s, Here Come the 123’s, and Here Comes Science), so they were about as vital to my hipster development as the milk in my baby bottle. Okay, maybe that’s an exaggeration, but I’d be hard-pressed to think of a memory from early childhood that they’re not present in. And yet, other than said children’s albums, I’ve consistently loved them…but never their full albums. Other than Flood, I’ve never been compelled to listen to an entire album of theirs. They’re been prolific since the ’80s (this coming album, The World Is to Dig, will be their 24th), which means that there’s a lot to love…but also a lot to cherry-pick. And unfortunately, as much as I admire them as a band, their newer material has rarely grabbed me. I like them, but I never love them.
Until now. “Wu-Tang” is a burst of energetic, jangly joy, much more lively and enlivened than a lot of their new material. (Speaking of jangly, I swear the guitar part beginning at 0:20 sounds exactly like the guitar on Graham Coxon’s “You & I.”) The World Is to Dig, though the title is an homage to Maurice Sendak’s classic children’s book A Hole is To Dig, means “dig” in the more “beatnik-y” sense, according to John Flansburgh: “A bit beatnik-y for sure…but hey daddy-o. That’s me.” In that context, “Wu-Tang,” which is about, well…how much the Johns like the Wu-Tang Clan, the title makes even more sense; apparently they’re sitting on dozens of songs that are simply about whatever’s grabbed their attention and has given them joy, which is as good a rulebook for songwriting as any. Impervious to any sort of industry molding or trends, They Might Be Giants have continued to be the flagship for musical weirdos everywhere—and heck, I’m glad they’re still going.
…AND A BOOK TO GO WITH IT:
A Letter to the Luminous Deep – Sylvie Cathrall – “Something was hid in a secret compartment/Inside my heart/Somebody planted a seed and/They’d have me believe that it/Was all my idea…”
HE’S BACK! MY BOY IS BACK!!
Well, he’s only been gone from streaming, really, but the man himself has returned from his almost seven-year album hiatus (not counting his phenomenal and criminally underrated side project Co-Pilot). However, for those who have been following him on Patreon, we know that this has been a long, long time coming. He initially revived the Jim Noir Club, where he released EPs that gradually became his 2012 album Jimmy’s Show (real ones know that this album was originally going to be Jimmy’s Show 2), with the promise that in 2023, he would have three whole albums to show for it. I can’t fault him—I know I’ve made big declarations about projects and not followed through on them until way later. But as we got even more EPs than originally planned, I knew that the album that eventually became Programmes for Cools was going to be something special.
Three and a half years was an excruciating wait for a new album, and that’s also bookended with the time since his previous album, A.M. Jazz. (Insert the “it’s been 84 years” GIF from Titanic here.) But my recurring thought while listening to Programmes for Cools was that it was worth the wait. There’s nothing more gratifying than seeing an artist that you’ve been intimately watching craft an album finally put it out into the world. The demos and first takes have blossomed into fully-formed and polished incarnations of the offbeat pop that Jim Noir has made a name for himself (in my heart, at least) in; it’s slick, it’s ’60s, it’s synthy and sampley, and nothing but him.
Back when he was releasing EPs through the Jim Noir Club, “Fireworks” was a cut from EP 2 (you can probably guess how far along into the project it was released) all the way back in 2022. EP 2 remains one of my favorites of the bunch (it’s a crime that “Mr. No-One” didn’t make it onto the album, but maybe there’s a chance for Programmes for Cools 2…). It was difficult to imagine “Fireworks” getting much better than it already was, but the final version if it makes me realize how much potential was brewing in it from the start. The mix on the original was much more muddied, and in the light of day (the morning light, if you will), it gleams ten times brighter than before—just like the crackling, incandescent explosions that it takes its name from. Jim Noir has honed his craft here more than ever, creating a whole coral reef’s worth of different species of sound, with all sort of electronic blurts and flourishes that make it feel more like a bustling cityscape than the work of a singular man. But there is just one man behind it, and I’m as happy as ever that he’s populated our world with his music.
Programmes for Cools is only available on Bandcamp as of now, but Jim Noir has said that it will come to streaming eventually. In the meantime, support him on the former!
…AND A BOOK TO GO WITH IT:
Murder by Memory – Olivia Waite – I imagine Jim Noir’s synths being the soundtrack to Olivia Waite’s heavily-populated generation ship.
So…Nothing’s About To Happen To Me, right?? I stand by my opinion that The Land Is Inhospitable and So Are We is the best Mitski album of this decade, but this one was a success for sure. Though it’s not as cohesive or quite as emotionally potent (though it has plenty of moments that come close), it’s an album with a clear vision. It’s a Shirley Jackson-esque house with peeling, moldy wallpaper and women scratching claw marks down the walls. Mitski’s occasional ventures into Americana weren’t quite as successful as the ones on The Land for me, and at worst, the transitions between those and the more rock-oriented tracks were jarring; but as a whole, the album is nervy and feverish, but wholly certain of its image. After so long working with more deeply personal lyrics, it’s clear that Mitski’s indulging in a more fictional image—and it’s worked a charm so far. And yet, she can’t help but imbue her lyrics with the truth: about fame, about womanhood, and predatory people (see: “Dead Women”).
Some of my favorite moments on the album were when Mitski returned to her scratchy, guitar-oriented roots from albums like Bury Me at Makeout Creek. As much as I love her newer sound, something inside me always longed for the explosive torrent of her guitars from albums past. At least half of the album scratched that itch, and I could not be happier. In a downright neurotic album, “That White Cat” might be one of the most neurotic tracks. With only the accompaniment of bass and drums for most of the track, Mitski howls about losing control of her house thanks to a white cat whose scent-marking has declared her house his: “It’s supposed to be my house/But I guess according to cats/Now it’s his house.” Her ragged vocals lament the takeover of her house by a whole menagerie of invading animals in her signature, frantic lyricism: “Gotta go to work/To pay for that cat’s house/For the red corseted wasp/Who lives in the roof/For the family of possums/For the bugs who drink my blood.” Pushing her vocal range to the limits, making her voice rasp and gurgle and growl, she laments the loss of her autonomy, an invasion of her house—and her mind.
…AND A BOOK TO GO WITH IT:
The Yellow Wallpaper – Charlotte Perkins Gilman – this might be cheating, since this is a short story and not a full-length book, but I kept thinking about this story for the entirety of the album. Mitski had to have drawn some inspiration from here.
“A Globe of Frogs” – Robyn Hitchcock & The Egyptians
Getting this excited about a remastered, remixed version of a song means one of two things: either I’m officially getting old, or I’ve just surpassed some new benchmark of pretentiousness. But why don’t you go and listen to the original and then the 2026 remix/remaster of “A Globe of Frogs” and then look me in the eye and say that it isn’t a marked difference? The 1986 original was never subpar by any stretch of the imagination, but this remix, 40 years later, brings out what was blooming under the surface in the original. It’s far clearer and brighter. It feels like how the world looks after you wipe all the gunk off of your glasses. Robyn Hitchcock’s lyrics and artistic vision at large never needed any improvement; as it was before, “A Globe of Frogs” feels like taking a walk through the gardens behind a Victorian mansion, but the gardens slowly lead into Wonderland—not the Disney version, but the Lewis Carroll one, for sure. All that was evident from the first demo, I’m sure, but this reworked version feels like forcefully blowing the dust away to find the clean glimmer beneath.
…AND A BOOK TO GO WITH IT:
Mad Sisters of Esi – Tashan Mehta – the strange world of this novel is certainly adjacent to the microcosm in “A Globe of Frogs.”
Since this post consists entirely of songs, consider all of them to be today’s song.
That’s it for this week’s Sunday Songs! Have a wonderful rest of your day, and take care of yourselves!
The Bookish Mutant 