Post War Years – ‘Glass House’

Cuando tenía ocho años* we’d just got Sky** and so spent a lot of time watching US imports.  One Monday night my Dad, always the bigger  sci-fi/horror fan of the house, decided he was going to watch the mini-series of Stephen King’s IT. Regardless of, you know, the 8-year-old child being perched on the sofa***.  Needless to say, I’ve never really ‘done’ clowns ever since.  I bring all this up because the following video has given me cause for flashbacks to that horrible day.  But, in a sort of weirdly good way?

This new video from Post War Years is a bit like what would happen if you put IT and the Daleks through a rainbow blender, then stuck them in a derelict building**** and forced them to go all Fight Club.  The ultimate ‘theme’ does appear to be saying “be afraid of the colours”.  I personally elect not to be afraid of the colours, because they’ve never done anything to hurt me and well, I LIKE living with the possibility that my world could explode into My Little Pony at any given moment*****.

Also, the song is a brilliant snippet of math-pretty-rock-pop-a-doo-dah with one of the most obscenely catchy choruses of the summer, and a well great hook about how the fellow singing will “wash my hands of love”. I seem to have just spent a fair while listening to this song on a loop. Oh, and it also has the ‘horn’ setting on your keyboard that sounds like the one in Blade Runner.  It may in fact BE the one from Blade Runner and that would be a good thing. Oh YES.

* When I was about 8. I am mastering the Spanish preterite vs. imperfect at the moment DEAL WITH IT.

**Yes I KNOW they’re evil but this was 1991 and they weren’t quite that evil at the time and having satellite TV was the done thing for countryside entertainment living. God knows it’s not like there was anything else going on in my hometown so yes, Sky was our central link to civilisation and frankly if Virgin Media still can’t be arsed to lay a few cables 20 years later it’s really their own bloody fault isn’t it?

*** I should point out, before anyone calls Social Services, that a. I was actually allowed to leave the room, and b. you’re really about 20 years too late anyway.

**** Pick a building in east London. Any building. Honestly.

***** This will be addressed in a later blog post.  Just you WAIT.