Curse of Lono Soundtracks the Morning After…
“We’ve been broiled alive by one of the hottest summers on record here in London. It feels as if the whole city is wearing a dirty, sweaty, sun-burnt grin. The good people of London are staggering in and out of pubs, underage kids are drinking alco-pops by the river and everyone is gunning for piece of suntanned flesh to drag home and devour at the end of the night. This is a playlist for those of you doing the walk of shame the morning after the night before. Shades on, trying to quash the throbbing hangover and the nagging feeling that you’re already starting to regret last night’s choices. You know who you are. Now take it easy, soak up the rays and, whatever you do, don’t be too hard on yourself. There’s a whole chunk of summer left to go.” — Felix of Curse of Lono
Paddy Hanna, “Bad Boys”
Put your underwear on. Locate your shoes. Check your wallet. Check your keys. Now, go. This is the perfect track to kick you off as you slink out the door and start the long walk home.
Ok. You made it outside. Put on your shades and start walking. Whatever you do, don’t look back. There’s nothing there for you. I promise. Incidentally, I first saw Houndmouth at the Newport Folk Festival in 2013 and they blew my mind. I was devastated when Katie left the band.
Damien Jurado & Richard Swift, “Hello Sunshine”
So, you’ve made it a few blocks and you’re starting to feel a little safer, at least, geographically. Time to take a deep breath and reflect on what you’ve done. Good and bad. It’s ok. You can take it.
Kevin Morby, “Dorothy”
You’re cruising now. The world looks a little surreal. You’re stuck in a strange film. Don’t worry. Kevin has your back. I love this man. I love this song. It’s like Lou Reed and Bob Dylan had a baby. Yeah!
Little Feat, “Easy To Slip”
Ok. Ok. I know you said it wouldn’t happen again. You swore you’d changed your twisted little ways. I know. But, don’t worry. Time to tune into one of the greatest American bands of all time and admit that, every once in a while, it’s easy to slip.
Sunhouse, “Crazy On The Weekend”
I’m twenty years late to the party on this one. In fact, I was only introduced to this album last week. It’s been on repeat ever since, so I simply had to drop a song in here.
Dawes, “When The Tequila Runs Out”
Ok. Time to stop getting too sentimental. It’s a long walk. You’ll never make it if you start to wallow this early in the day. It’s not all bad. You’re the life and soul of the party. Remember? By the way, if you haven’t seen it, check out the video for this track. Might jog some memories of last night’s misdemeanours.
Whitney, “No Woman”
Another perfect summer song. The voice. The brass. The vibe. Yeah. The vibe. Soak it up. You know you want to. It’ll soothe your ragged little soul.
Susto, “Jah Werx”
And we’re on a roll now. The hangover is thumping. The shame is rising, but there’s a dark little voice in the corner of your mind that says, “To hell with it all. We’re almost having fun here.” I love this band. I first saw them on Jam In The Van and I’ve been hooked ever since.
Donovan Woods, “On The Nights You Stay Home”
Beautiful, rolling, empathetic little slice of something warm and reliable you wish you could put your arms around and take home to mamma. Stop kidding yourself. Take a deep breath and roll with the punches.
Hope Sandoval and The Warm Inventions, “Let Me Get There”
I was obsessed with Mazzy Star when I was a teenager. Like most other guys in that scene, I fell madly in love with Hope. Her voice. Her looks. Her whole persona. Fast forward twenty years and add a sprinkle of Kurt Vile to the mix. What could be better than that?
Mercury Rev, “The Dark Is Rising”
Oh dear. Seems that Hope’s voice has led your thoughts down a dark and damp little alley. You’re back there with the one you wish you were really with. The one you’ll never have (again). It’s ok. Go with it. It’s ok to feel like your heart has been shredded by a raging moose. It’s ok to feel that life has got it wrong. It’s ok to feel that you should be somewhere else. Hell, have a little cry if it makes you feel better. We’ve all been there.
Father John Misty, “I’m Writing a Novel”
Ok. That’s enough now. Get a grip. It’s time to let the good Father remind you that it’s all a game. You’re still alive and, anyway, you’re nearly home. And if you keep pulling stunts like you did last night, you might have to write your very own novel one of these days.
OJR, “Sad Pony”
That felt good, didn’t it? Yeah, baby. Maybe it’s time to stop for a coffee and some Alka-Seltzer. Time for some soul to soothe your battered mind.
Nev Cottee, “Open Eyes”
Yeah. That’s better. Let those reverb-y guitars wash over you and listen to that deep, hypnotic voice. It’s gonna be ok. I promise. You know it’s true.
Kurt Vile, “Pretty Pimpin’”
Nice one. You made it. There’s your front door. It’s time to let the Violator guide you in. This is one of the coolest grooves of the past few years and is precisely what you need to take your mind off yesterday’s bumps and bruises and start planning tonight’s shenanigans. There has to be a party somewhere, right? See you at the bar.
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