mp3: Kenickie - Nightlife

Ahh, 1997… Kenickie were so much fun while they lasted, it just obviously couldn’t go on that long, really. Nightlife is the just about the peak of Kenickie brilliance, a song that simultaneously makes me want to go out right now and confront the horror of (say) Glasgow on a Saturday night head on and have a superb time, and also reminds me of the sheer incomparable violent drunken nightmare terror misery of a Saturday night in (say) Glasgow and makes me want to stay inside the house forever wishing the sun would come up.

You can’t doubt the proud insight of lines like “Can’t work with heavy coats/They’re not revealing/Have to see each other’s clothes/So we’re all freezing”. Thing is, you can’t sit and dissect Nightlife any more than you would a 3am kebab, so I just listen and be glad I’m safe and warm and domestic tonight, not hazily wondering why the bouncers are  looking at me funny, and the cloakroom’s shut. And that’s not my coat ticket anyway. I’m sure the number had a 9 in it. And it was blue. I feel sick.

Buy.