Getting Down with da Kidz

Tweet Here I sit in bed, well into the wrong end of my twenties, with a tubby stomach swaddled in a grizzly bear t-shirt bulging sadly over my laptop keys. I could easily write something complacent and derisory about upcoming artist Micachu to hide my nagging awareness of the void widening between my tastes and youth culture. But I won't. Even though she does sing like a cockney chimney sweep and look like a missing Mystery Jet. And yeah, a dead-eyed boy in a backwards baseball cap will probably take ketamine and fuck a pair of kooky twin sisters as one of her songs plays out in the next series of Skins. Children today eh? Adorable little tykes. Her album, Jewellery, is very good you see. On it, a magpie's nest of influences coalesce into a dirty pop racket that reminds me a bit of Blur when they drifted furthest from the Britpop template (see 'music is my radar'). Deep within jewellery's barrage of rattling, honking, dub-stepping, all round musical waywardness, is a masterful little pop album that should prove sturdy enough to weather the hype 'em then smite 'em bonkersness of the English music scene today. Of course, in my day....durr...what was I saying? oh yes, Pavement, now there was a smashing band. Come here and sit over beside Grandad, Effie from Skins. Would you like a werther's original? MP3: Micachu and the Shapes-Curly Teeth Edit: Link now works