Pic at the top: Sam Taylor-Edwards
Whilst we were all wrapped up in the disco escapism of Dua Lipa‘s album last week, I’ve been bumping another equally magical record on an equally tight rotation – W.M. – the latest single to arrive from the adored UK popstar and songwriter Tom Aspaul.
If you haven’t come across Tom before on this blog here’s what you need to know: sharp London-based songwriter writes a shit-tonne for others, releases instantly adored single Indiana as an artist, said single is then re-sung by fucking Kylie Minogue and slapped on her album, co-writes on Snakehips & AlunaGeorge records ensue, and for the last year or two, impeccably done solo material drip-feeds us, building towards an album we should get this year of celebratory thumpers about the magic of the ‘Black Country’, a hometown descriptor for the UK’s West Midlands region.
Tom’s recently moved back there to get away from the madness of the city, something we all really should do at some point. I did it two years ago, best decision ever.
W.M., which stands for West Midlands (OBVI), celebrates the simplicity of home. The rusting neon lights outside late night chicken shops, the single-line train network instead of the bustle of the one-every-minute Tube network of London, long highway drives and the magic of reconnecting with a place you’d partially said goodbye to.
In a time where we’re spending a lot more time at home, celebrating the small things we find is so critical to our daily enjoyment. Tom perfectly encapsulates all this on this record – the minutia wrapped up in a smart, sharp, cute way.
If one of those small things is finding this glittery, bass-thumping disco moment on an Australian music blog, I’m very glad.
And if you need to catch up…
And a personal favourite…