I discovered “The Headphonist” while watching one of my death shows, and it was an instant ‘need to know what that is’ feeling, having spent most of my life walking around cities and towns and well, everywhere, with headphones on & usually blasting.
I have a weakness for great rhythm, or a great weakness for any rhythm, so I went & poked around for other songs of theirs, and liked a lot of them. But it was when I was discovered they were a Mexican band that had covered Wall of Voodoo’s “Mexican Radio” that they made me laugh out loud: Gen X grows up & buys a clue, as it were.
Droppin’ the hits, week-in, week-out. Jesus, Helen. I want to make babies with your taste in music. Little half music, quarter black, quarter white babies.
These guys fucking rule. I never would have thought I could like Mexican Radio, but here I am, liking it.