Shut Up, Dude: This Week’s Best Comments

Peg... it will come back to you.

“My Girls (Done Left Me)”

very funny that TikTok is taking the "we're paying you in free exposure" route with a gigantic multinational corporation

Beautiful, beautiful song. I was watching the video the other night and experienced something akin to a contact high, I swear. Something about the brief shot of the passing trees in yellow and then the return to the blue-saturated performance space right as I was really into the music. Transcendent! The way Harriet sings is achingly beautiful, something I find comparable to classic Bono at his most passionate and sigh Morrisey. The title refrain is sung with such finality. I love when singers don’t hide their native accents so I receive every (to my ears) alternate pronunciation here with delight. The way she glides over “souvenir” in particular. There’s something to many of the compositions on their first album that made me think of early Radiohead, a comparison I’ll have to muse over some more. All this to say that “Story” is a 10! Here’s where the post ends.

Really is wild that "don't do a genocide" and "people who do a genocide don't get to hang out in polite company" has to be said this many times.

I've mentioned in past columns about local Top 40 station Power 99's metamorphosis into "New Rock" 99X in the fall of 1992 and one of my most cherished discoveries in that transition were the Sundays. By that time, Here's Where The Story Ends had been out for a couple years, but there was really no Modern Rock outlet here in Atlanta prior to 99X so I'd never heard it before then. First impression--I was utterly enchanted. It was simple, and yet also nothing like I'd ever heard before. And don't even get me started on Harriet Wheeler; she's WAY up there as one of my four or five favorite females to ever top Modern Rock Tracks (Kate Bush, Tori Amos, Shirley Manson and Natalie Merchant probably round out my Top 5). That voice, I mean, I'd never heard anything like it, and still haven't (has anyone noticed in the last five years or so how ALOT of female singers sound near-identical?). And while Here's Where The Story Ends is indeed an utter gem, my favorite Sundays song has always been Love; the guitars up against Harriet's wondrous vocal is just gorgeous (it's a stone cold 10 in my book). I'll also go against the grain of what I suspect is many's preference and add that Blind is my favorite Sundays album; certainly darker and more melancholy that the debut, but I love it. As for Static and Silence, it's probably my least favorite of their three records; Summertime (an 8) is lovely--those horns were a welcome surprise!--but the rest of the album was just fine to me.

Here's Where The Story Ends is a 9.

The whole song but especially the last like, minute or whatever.

Tom in the adjacent cube immediately leaned back, looked at the ceiling, and said "That's a 10!"He loved the song so much that he bought the album back in the day. He says there's a lot of nostalgia wrapped up in this song for him.

I was a freshman in college around the time this era of The Alternative Number Ones was unfolding. I met a boy in Chemistry 101, and we immediately bonded over music. He was drawn to janglier, sensitive alt rock, and I was into darker, gothier stuff. The Sundays was in our sweet spot. For the next two years, we were inseparable. We roadtripped all over the southeast to see our favorite bands. I think it was obvious to everyone but me that I was deeply in love with him.

I used to buy him (us?) CDs on Tuesdays, and one of the discs I bought him was The Sundays' sophomore album Blind because we both loved "Here's Where the Story Ends" from their first album. He was also obsessed with their cover of "Wild Horses," which is one of the best versions of that song.

Here's where the story ends... he met a girl and moved on. I wallowed in misery, thought about killing myself many times, and then I eventually came out. I'm much happier now. He was my first love, and I still think of him every time I hear The Sundays.

We never saw The Sundays live. Alternative Number Ones live scorecard: 12 out of 26.

You can take shots at someone for using ghostwriters, sure, but if you're rhyming foot with foot with foot then maybe it's time to hire some help.

despite the title, this isn't for me.