At Glastonbury last year my friends and I went to see Ben Folds play a poorly attended mid-afternoon slot. I was pretty bored as he insisted on playing songs that weren't Army. Hardly the festival spirit. But at one point he brought on a lady friend to play a couple of songs that were much livelier than anything the gun-toting, multiple-yokel-marrying Folds had been able to manage.
A few months later I heard a strange (but brilliant) Beach Boys-esque number about abortion and Britpop on the fatally flawed Guardian music podcast, but didn't make the connection between the two until my top pop chum Akira The Don started raving about Amanda Palmer on his site.
She's obviously barking mad, and has a suicidal disregard for commercial success (see the lyrics to Oasis below, the most accessible thing she's ever likely to produce). But her album (Who Killed Amanda Palmer) is chock-full of growers as well as showers like the singles below. Well worth anyone's money.
Oasis:
Leeds United:
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