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Sunday Songs

Sunday Songs: 3/22/26

Posted on March 22, 2026 by madeline @ The Bookish Mutant

Happy Sunday, bibliophiles! I hope this week has treated you well.

This week: I’m going off about a) how it feels to be a woman, and b) late-career Gorillaz, but really, what’s new?

Enjoy this week’s songs!

SUNDAY SONGS: 3/22/26

“I’m a Lady” (feat. Trouble Andrew) – Santigold

“I’m a Lady” begins at 8:55.

God. Santigold, man. I don’t know if there’s ever been a song that accurately distills the experience of being a woman down into less than four minutes (or if there will ever be), but this sure comes close. I’m glad I found it during Women’s History Month, because if there was ever a torch to bear, especially in these beyond-troubling times, it’s this one. I’d be hard-pressed to find a Santigold song that isn’t upbeat—that’s just her style—but the bright backdrop of this song juxtaposed with the repetition of “I know someday they’ll make a martyr out of me” in the first verse gives me goosebumps every time. That line, that knowledge in every woman’s bones that there could always be the possibility of infliction of violence based on our gender. It’s made even more potent by having a Black woman sing it, with the dual oppressions of gender and racial violence. Of course, the martyring might not necessarily be literal, but even without that context, there’s still the undercurrent of being made an example: step out of line from the heteropatriarchal standards of womanhood, and you’ll be kicked to the curb.

And yet, “I’m a Lady” continues to be upbeat. In spite of it all, “I’m a Lady” continues at the pace of a sunlit skip in the park. It continues with the conviction that despite the horrors that come along with womanhood, that being proud of your identity is the best way to be. And it’s true—when the world is bent on degrading you and your ilk, very little is more powerful than declaring that you love the parts of yourself that they despise. Being in women and gender studies, I’ve been exposed to a lot of theory about how womanhood can be boiled down to suffering, and that negativity is what defines womanhood, to which I say…what? There’s no doubt that it’s a part of womanhood, but claiming that it’s the whole would be like slapping a hand over your left eye and claiming that the limited view that your right eye has is all there is. Womanhood is fear and joy, heartache and pride. It’s especially relevant for Santigold; after this album, she’s spent years in the music industry trying to push against people who want to prevent her from being herself…and yet here she stands, undeniably herself, still making unique music and spreading joy. She embodies the last half of the chorus perfectly: “I know I spend magic reel it out/Try to hold a light to me/I’m a lady.” Every limp, hollow girlboss anthem of the past 10 years needs to step aside, because this destroys any corporately packaged notion of womanhood. Nobody balances the pain and joy quite like Santigold, and all in an indie pop package—not to fulfill some kind of quota, but to express what so many women of all walks of life have felt all our lives.

…AND A BOOK TO GO WITH IT:

Shit Cassandra Saw – Gwen E. Kirby – “I got some money I was saving/Got some hearts that I’ll be breakin/Know someday they’ll make a martyr out of me/I know someday they’ll make a martyr out of me…”

“Delirium” (feat. Mark E. Smith) – Gorillaz

So…The Mountain. It’s a step up from Cracker Island, but that’s a low bar. At best, it has some of Gorillaz’s most introspective and meditatively poignant grooves of the 2020’s, and at worst, it just becomes another late-career Gorillaz album bloated with so many collaborators that you could easily forget that Damon Albarn is even in the band. Yet given the context behind it—Albarn and Jamie Hewlett’s formative trip to India after the deaths of both their fathers in rapid succession—makes me respect it more. You can tell that they respect the grit in the industry of art in an age where convenience has overtaken the desire to put some blood, sweat and tears into making good art that hasn’t been shit out by ChatGPT. Even if the album itself isn’t my favorite, I have utmost respect for what Gorillaz has become: an international, intergenerational bastion of hope, justice, and worldly party music. I maintain that Gorillaz has and always will be The People’s Band.

Death looms over The Mountain, and that’s due in no small part to Albarn sifting through the archives of unreleased demos for this album; three of the collaborators have previously worked on Gorillaz albums, but passed away before this album’s release—Dennis Hopper (Demon Days), Tony Allen (Song Machine, as well as other Damon Albarn projects), and Mark E. Smith (Plastic Beach). Smith, who died in 2018, features heavily on “Delirium,” one of the most distinctive tracks on this album. Like on his Plastic Beach collaboration (“Glitter Freeze”), he looms as a kind of town crier of the end times, speak-shouting out the song’s chorus amidst some of the most infectious grooves on the entirety of The Mountain. His rattling cackle can’t compete with Maseo’s iconic laugh from “Feel Good Inc.,” but it’s a great entry in the growing collection of Gorillaz Laughs—and it always gets me so amped up to hear the thrumming bass of the chorus. If nothing else, “Delirium” is proof that no matter how their sound changes, Gorillaz will always be the prime purveyors of some of the most existential party songs out there.

BONUS: as a personal crusade against convenience usurping hard work in art (in life and in general), Jamie Hewlett made an accompanying animation for The Mountain, hand-drawn with cel animation. Even if you’re not familiar with the band, I’d highly recommend giving it a watch—it’s a gorgeous work of classic 2D (no pun intended) animation.

…AND A BOOK TO GO WITH IT:

The Genesis of Misery – Neon Yang – “There is panic on the mountain/Coz a new God’s come/He doesn’t recognise himself/Or what he’s done/But if you don’t embrace him then it’s time to run…”

“Let My Love Open the Door” – Pete Townshend

I’ve retained a few qualities from being five years old: craving a good cheese pizza, liking aquariums and zoos, appreciating a well-placed pink accessory…and really liking this song. There was a strong phase when I was 5 or 6 where “Let My Love Open the Door” was one of my favorite songs, which really isn’t doing wonders for beating the insufferable hipster allegations, but who can deny how intricately crafted of a pop song this is? It’s not just catchy—it really never lets you go until it’s done with you. That looping ouroboros of a synth intro and that first crack of the drums is a fuse being lit, and the glossy, ’80s firecracker that resulted is timeless. It’s no wonder that if you throw a stone at any given selection of rom com movies, you’ll probably hit one that’s featured this song—it’s not without reason. And listen—is it a bold move to give yourself a whole halo on an album cover? Absolutely. It’s…a choice. But I’d be lying if I said that at least an inch of it wasn’t deserved, at least for this song, because it never fails to fill my chest with tingling, joyous nostalgia every time.

…AND A BOOK TO GO WITH IT:

A Swift and Sudden Exit – Nico Vicenty – “I have the only key to your heart/I can stop you fallin’ apart/Try today, you’ll find this way/Come on and give me a chance to say
Let my love open the door, it’s all I’m livin’ for…”

“Diamond Light, pt. 1” – Tweedy

It’s been 12 years, Tweedy, the people need to know…where the hell is “Diamond Light, pt. 2”?

I’m saying that because somehow, it took me until my dad sent me this days before we saw Jeff Tweedy for me to recognize this song, and yet it’s easily the best Tweedy song I’ve heard. “Diamond Light, pt. 1” is one of those songs that I can’t imagine cutting any of the runtime, because it takes its time with layering in every possible ounce of creativity, but gingerly, like gently folding dry ingredients into cake batter so as not to overwhelm the integrity of the whole. In my mind, this is a sister or at least a cousin to Death Cab for Cutie’s “I Will Possess Your Heart,” another song that soaks up every note in order to make the buildup pay off. This track spreads every ounce of Jeff Tweedy’s most potently surreal lyricism into so few lines; “Rolling rivers of diamond light/Dash and heave/Each ache to the sky” is an image so nebulous, yet you can only see it in blurry strokes, but feel it, right in the ribs, in the precise rhythm of how the words “dash” and “heave” fit together like bone into muscle.

And when those lyrics haven’t taken center stage, “Diamond Light, pt. 1” boasts a breakdown reminiscent of A Ghost is Born, scarcely reined-in chaos that folds in on itself, expanding and shrinking, all within the bounds of Spencer Tweedy’s hypnotic drumming. The sounds in the background of the last minute or so feel like hearing a spaceship’s engines fizzling out from miles away, dissipating into echoing, radar-like pulses—that, for sure, feels like foreshadowing for “Infinite Surprise” nine years later. Before or after Tweedy, it’s clear that the potential for this song was always incubating.

…AND A BOOK TO GO WITH IT:

The Stars Undying – Emery Robin – “Why don’t we pick one script/And read it/Where the milk has dried/On the throne…”

“Storms” – Fleetwood Mac

I’m not even that big of a Fleetwood Mac fan, but I can’t deny how hard this song hits me every time I listen to it. (Shoutout to Jeff Tweedy & co. for playing this before their show last week!) And yes, I’ve listened to and love “Landslide,” I’m not some kind of soulless ghoul, but something about “Storms” strikes a frequency in me that I haven’t felt with any of their other songs. Something about that melody—which, on an unrelated note, reminds me a ton of Harmonia & Eno ’76’s “Welcome”—is so innately captivating. Stevie Nicks has an undeniably magnetic vocal presence, but something about her harmonies with Christine McVie massages the folds of my brain so perfectly, and the wavers in McVie’s voice do so much for the pure devastation this track lays onto you. You know me. I’ll take the bait for any sad girl song, but the way Nicks mines such an innate, visceral sorrow into such a somber song is undeniably unique. For so many, she was clearly the blueprint. “Storms” made me really get it.

…AND A BOOK TO GO WITH IT:

The First Bright Thing – J.R. Dawson – “Every hour of fear I spend/My body tries to cry/Living through each empty night/A deadly call inside…”

Since this post consists entirely of songs, consider all of them to be today’s song.

That’s it for this week’s songs! Have a wonderful rest of your day, and take care of yourselves!

Sunday Songs

Sunday Songs: 2/1/26

Posted on February 1, 2026 by madeline @ The Bookish Mutant

Happy Sunday, bibliophiles! I hope this week has treated you well.

This week: who would win in a fight: righteous haterism or unfettered whimsy? Neither, actually. They’re both more powerful when they’ve joined forces.

Enjoy this week’s songs!

SUNDAY SONGS: 2/1/26

“Lipstick on the Glass” – Wolf Alice

It feels redundant to say that this is a very 2010’s song for it coming out of the 2020’s—”Lipstick On The Glass” only came out in 2021, and Wolf Alice were active all throughout the 2010’s anyway. And yet, I can’t shake how much they’ve crystallized that 2010’s indie sound. This song feels like a cousin of Eisley’s “Currents,” a favorite of mine in middle school, which came out in 2013. Both of them feel very cloudy and foggy, but adorned with clear, angular sparks that stick out of the mist like fragments of crystal. Even through the almost Cocteau Twins-kaleidoscope in the chorus, Wolf Alice have set up a system of lighthouses: the sharp percussion, and Ellie Roswell’s vocals, that range from a husky whisper to a diving bird of prey cutting through the sky. Free-floating and without much of an anchor, “Lipstick On The Glass” ha such a sense of urgency despite the deliberate blending of most of its musical shapes and textures into each other, making for an exciting, cinematic blend—especially when the chorus first kicks in. That beat drop is even more gratifying paired with Roswell’s lyrics, succumbing to the siren song of an old lover. But even after that beat drop, “Lipstick On The Glass” is beguiling all the way through.

…AND A BOOK TO GO WITH IT:

The Stars Undying – Emery Robin – “Oh, my body does deceive me/Just as did yours/Though we’re fighting different wars/In our ways…”

“Harbour” – Cate Le Bon

Straightforward for Cate Le Bon usually means that it’s still delightfully strange. When I first listened to Pompeii, “Harbour” was actually one of my least favorites—I never disliked it, but it wasn’t as in-your-face inventive as some of the others on the first listen. It’s a case of every song on the album being excellent, so the benchmark is extra high from the get-go, making songs like this get lost in the dust. To be fair, after experiencing “Dirt on the Bed” for the first time tends to overshadow all else when you listen to Pompeii, but that’s no excuse for leaving a song like this to languish. I maintain that it’s one of the weaker songs on the album, but at this point, a weak Cate Le Bon would be a career highlight in your average artist’s hands.

Pompeii as a whole has a pretty even, calm pace, as adorned with all kinds of weirdness as it is. “Harbour” got lost for me because it didn’t have the same strangeness on the surface, but the more I listen, the more layers I find hidden within it. That’s the joy of Cate Le Bon for me—even her more radio-friendly songs conceal everything from watery, pre-Michelangelo Dying synths to spurts of saxophone that sound like the happier cousin of the brass blasts at the end of “Dirt on the Bed.” Pompeii as a whole is quite ’80s, but not in the way of shoving neon synths down your throat—it’s just a more subtle exploration of the sound rather than a way to farm nostalgia; even so, the specific use of saxophones in “Harbour” veered too close to the latter territory on my first listen. Once again, the bar just breached the stratosphere, given how seamlessly Le Bon has been able to integrate saxophones (and brass in general) into her music without it being full on “Careless Whisper” cheese. Now, though she’s used it in better ways, it’s still a cut above the rest. That goes for “Harbour” as a whole—she’s a master at manipulating seemingly ordinary elements and twisting them just far enough to the left to make you do a double-take. She’s full of surprises.

…AND A BOOK TO GO WITH IT:

The Ministry of Time – Kaliane Bradley – “What you said was nice/When you said my face turned a memory/What you said was nice/When you said my heart broke a century…”

“Presumably Dead Arm” – Sidney Gish

I’m back with another unexpected kick back into late 2019 from my shuffle…OOF. This one came during the period where I discovered some the fruitful harvest of offbeat indie rock after I got Apple Music. The floodgates were open, allowing me to listen to way too much girlpool…and this.

The thing that stands out to me about Sidney Gish is that I think she’s a key part of a newer aesthetic that will probably be defined more in retrospect. She’s the spitting image of a certain brand of Gen Z, internet-bred musician who records their music on their laptops and cut their teeth with covers on YouTube. (Gish, for the record, has a very sweet cover of The Magnetic Fields’s “All My Little Words” that she recorded in her shower that stars her pet rabbit. That should give you an idea of her general vibe.) They’ve all got purposely poorly photoshopped album art and quirky, vaguely surreal lyrics. For Gish, I think she’s at least an inch above the rest because her lyricism is, for the most part, very distinctly her and not necessarily just there to service a meme-y aesthetic. Yet I’m almost certain that it’ll date her music instantly, given a decade or so. Ed Buys Houses is still a solid, unique album, but there’s no doubt that it’ll be more and more distinctly 2016 as time passes.

I think “Presumably Dead Arm” was the first song of Gish’s that I ever listened to, and to this day, the charm of it mostly holds up. The sound is so distinctly late-2010’s, complete with the fuzz you get from recording music off of an aging laptop speaker. Now that it’s 2026, I can’t see the title without hearing it in the same cadence as this, yet even so, it’s just such a softly charming little tune. It has a very late teenage kind of wistful melancholy to it, but with the added through line of finding said presumably dead arm in a graveyard (and taking it to prom). Between laments about isolation and drunk and high friends, Gish’s distinct flavor of lyricism shines through: “I’d rather let the poor kid sleep/But he’s tripping balls, he’s tripping testes/LSD, post-wisdom teeth/He got lost in the shower/And he barely knows the hour.” But what hits me now, seven years after I initially found this song, is the genuine fear hidden behind some of the lyrics, the kind you can only get when you’re approaching your 20’s and don’t have a clue what you’re going to do about growing up: “And all these pretend spouses are a happy storybook/That’ll turn to stark non-fiction in the time it took/For me to notice that I’m old, which means I’ll be thirty and happy/Likely married to personified business-casual khakis.” As silly as some of those lines are, they’re delivered with such an urgency that for a fleeting moment, I feel them like a skipped heartbeat in my ribcage. It’s uncanny, how quickly Gish can switch from abject silliness to existentialism. But that’s very Gen Z—and very Sidney Gish, in the end.

…AND A BOOK TO GO WITH IT:

The Girl Who Was Convinced Beyond All Reason That She Could Fly – Sybil Lamb – an underrated oddball of the book world, as Sidney Gish is to indie rock.

“Therefore, I Am” – Jim O’Rourke

I’m all for having compassion and empathy in your heart, but there’s a special, beautiful place in this world for songs that innately feel like a massive middle finger. Sometimes it’s healthy to indulge the spite and blast your fuck-you song. And if you’re looking for a good fuck-you song, then boy, do I have the song for you.

I mainly knew Jim O’Rourke from his far calmer, instrumental world and his role as the longtime producer for much of Wilco’s discography. I knew that he had a solo career, but I honestly thought that it was more along the “Bad Timing” side than this. Apparently he’d been so steeped in his more experimental musical roots for so long and decided to try his hand at a more straightforward indie rock album, and came out the other side with Insignificance. It’s a shame that he doesn’t tap into lyric-oriented music and sing more—he’s got a great voice. And I’m not saying the stuff about the lyrics because they’re some poetic, soul-searching kernel of wisdom. They just happen to be some of the most artfully vitriolic disses I’ve heard put to song. Take this one:

“We are on a sinking ship/But I’d like to stay on board and shoot the cannons at you.”

DAMN. DEDICATION. On my first listen, I just kept hearing this over and over with each successive lyric:

I would not want to be on the receiving end of that. I pity whoever Jim O’Rourke was beefing with circa 2000. “As you can see/I’m a happy guy”—are you sure, Jim? For a song sung so calmly, every line is a gleeful slap in the face—it’s not just a fuck-you to whoever it may concern, but an open brag about how much his life has improved ever since they ended things. The instrumentals have a very Brian Eno, repetition-oriented feel to them (with a guitar tone that scratches every good itch in my musical brain, I might add), and yet even without any screaming or hammering guitars to pieces on stage, it manages to be so cleverly bitter under such an unassuming guise. Perfect cure-all for any and all breakups, toxic friendships, or just thinking about the excess of scummy authority figures all around. I need some Riot Grrl bands to cover this. God, it’s so fun.

…AND A BOOK TO GO WITH IT:

To Shape a Dragon’s Breath – Moniquill Blackgoose – “Why do you hide behind somebody else?/There’s one too many in this room/And I think it’s you…”

“Octopus’s Garden” – The Beatles

I know the whole situation of 3/4 of the Beatles being at each other’s necks during the Abbey Road/Let It Be sessions while Ringo Starr just made a song about an octopus has been memed to death. But really? We should all aspire to be like Ringo in that scenario. Observe the chaos around you and defy it openly with silliness and childlike wonder. Being labelled as the goofy Beatle must’ve had its perks, because I doubt anybody would’ve expected “Octopus’s Garden” to have as lasting of an impact as it did. It’s a classic, both in the Beatles sense and in the sense of most every child since 1970 having fond memories of it. And it’s a classic for a reason. Unlike some of the other more obliquely “joke” Beatles songs (see: “Wild Honey Pie,” which, I’m gonna say it: a thing of sheer beauty), the production is staggeringly good. It came on shuffle the other day, and when I just expected to have a little laugh with Ringo, I got blown away at just how tight of a composition it is—the piano arrangement? George Harrison’s guitar riffs? The harmonies? EVERYTHING? For a song that often gets dismissed as one of the more shallow songs in their catalogue, “Octopus’s Garden” has all manner of hidden layers to it, like bits of seashells hiding just beneath the surface of the waves.

…AND A BOOK TO GO WITH IT:

Sea Sirens – Amy Chu and Janet K. Lee – I’m convinced that this book is set exactly where Ringo Starr set “Octopus’s Garden.” We found it, gang. We found the Octopus’s Garden…

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!

Monthly Wrap-Ups

June 2023 Wrap-Up 🏳️‍🌈

Posted on June 30, 2023 by madeline @ The Bookish Mutant

Happy Friday, bibliophiles!

And just like that, we’re halfway through the year…I don’t want to jinx it, but I feel like it’s been a good one so far. Other than being sick for all of April, basically, but that’s in the past. Now the pollen allergies are kicking in!! Whee!!

Let’s begin, shall we?

GENERAL THOUGHTS:

June has been on the busier side, but in a good way, for the most part. I got my very first job as a page at my local library (!!!), and I’ll be working there part-time until school starts back up. As of today, I’ve just gotten my first paycheck!!

Right after that, I went on vacation in Olympic National Park! Washington is the prettiest—I loved seeing the rainforest and the ocean, and all of that nature really got my creative juices going.

I also went to my very first pride parade last weekend!! I only stayed for an hour to watch the parade itself (that’s on sensory issues), but it made me so incredibly happy to see my community gathered there and spreading so much joy. Unforgettable experience.

Now that I’m off school, I’ve tried to get back into my writing routine. I started on the first draft to the sequel of my main WIP. I’ve made some good progress so far, but I’m planning on taking it to Camp NaNoWriMo tomorrow! I’m shooting for the full 50,000 this time, so wish me luck!

Other than that, I’ve just been drawing, practicing guitar, seeing the Yeah Yeah Yeahs and Shakey Graves live (both of which were AMAZING GAAAH) binging even more Taskmaster (just finished season 6, looking forward to seeing how unreasonably angry James Acaster gets in season 7), watching Across the Spiderverse (can’t remember the last time a movie changed my brain chemistry THIS much, so beautiful) and Asteroid City (another win from Wes Anderson), and trying not to inhale every single mote of pollen in my room. Allergy season is a real Fun Time.

READING AND BLOGGING:

I read 16 books this month! June wasn’t off to a great start (see the DNF below), but I ended up reading a ton of fun books for pride month! You’d think that vacation would’ve given me more time to read, but I ended up buying three books on my Kindle, all of which were rather chunky, so…

1 – 1.75 stars: