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Polmo Polpo, "Kiss Me Again And Again" (large file warning - this is a 28-mb/21-minute disco-jazz song, so caveat emptor) - I have to admit that having a small-time site does have its benefits, not the least of which is that I get to post brain-breakingly long songs like this one without having to worry about my bandwidth getting annihilated. Unlike last time, however, this is one that I actually think normal people might enjoy; I'm sure if Matthew could shoulder the load of hosting a 28-mb file to his gigantic audience, you'd have heard it already, because "Kiss Me Again And Again" leads just as slick into LCD Soundsystem's dischordant masterpiece as it (obviously) does into Arthur Russell's. It also works quite well on its own; I actually heard it months before I ever heard Russell's original, and even then it was flat-out fun enough to fight its way through my deeply-entrenched fortifications against ass-licking muso self-triumphalism (in case you were ever wondering why I don't even like Hendrix, there you go), which is not exactly the reaction I was expecting to have to this disco-jazz noodle-palooza. Even now that I've been exposed to Russell's original fireworks show, Polmo Polpo's comparatively restrained take on things is still oddly appealing, although I don't quite know why I'm surprised to be so taken by what amounts to the funkiest calm before a storm ever. (Click here to buy the "Kiss Me Again And Again" "mini LP" from Boomkat)

Flower Shoppe, "You've Come A Long Way, Baby" - Most of the time, when I powerfully and immediately take to a song, it's due to the song having some element of perfection that I hadn't really considered before, and I guess it's fair to say that happened with "You've Come A Long Way, Baby"; I can damn near guarantee that you'll be blocking out humorous romantic-comedy montages in your head even before the vocals hit. Usually, when this happens, that's the high-water-mark for my enjoyment of the song; I still think Babyshambles' "Killamangiro" or Bowie's "TVC15" are insanely great songs, but I'd be lying if I said the days of their heaviest rotation hadn't already passed. Well, apparently Flower Shoppe read my mind forty years in advance, because the most striking thing about this song is/was/will forever be the fact that in one line it becomes JAW-DROPPINGLY PERVERTED. I mean, there's plenty of old pop & soul records not short on , let's say, "complicated sexual tension", but good Jesus, y'all - I have yet to run across another song whose lechery literally shocks me. As you can probably imagine, I enjoy this song a whole lot. (Click here to buy Big In Wigan: 20 Northern Mammoths from Overstock.com)