Square dancing as collage art and history lesson could be all yours for the price of one dollar.

Despite its radio-friendly hooks, this isn’t soul music as celebration but the blues as fatalism, the genre’s signature torment dressed up in skinny ties and ‘80s production values.

Semi-serious, semi-silly, Deakin and Franglen are never less than totally intriguing, charging their soundscapes with a sense of naturalistic color often lacking from the dance floor.

Thankfully, while Mrs Mills might be gone, we still have Morrissey to hold the torch for myopic visions of history and nationhood.

On My Way to Where looks on the surface like typical early 70’s folk-pop, but it reflects a fascinating, tortured life.

You’ve heard Bohannon even if you don’t know it.

Hersh’s voice and songwriting simultaneously embody that pain and vulnerability and hold it at arm’s length

A bass-heavy affair with plenty of slapping and popping, discofied drum grooves, absurdist vocals and lyrics.

Somewhere behind even the most vanilla snoozefest, there’s a beautiful tale we may never know.

Imperial Teen took their time making deceptively chipper music with lyrics that often provided a sour tang under the sweet surface.