"It's a topsy-turvy world, and maybe the problems of two people don't amount to a hill of beans. But this is our hill. And these are our beans."
And what beans they are: tangy, full of zing, likely to burst out at unexpected moments. Why this London purveyors of noisy mathrock decided to name this track after the finest lieutenant in the police squad, I have no idea. But it's a great piece, sizzling with treble, static and some chewy drum rolls. Just the sort of refreshing noise you need in weather like this.
Three Trapped Tigers - Drebin