
My sister, too, had her doubts about the song. I found out a few years later that she always hated the idea it put across to her - the whole 'only the good die young' bit - because to her it meant she was going to die long before I did. I'm not sure how I felt about this at the time, but these days the little rebellious kid inside me loves that she thought that. Especially since I never was that naughty, and therefore my lifespan probably won't be that spectacular (I'm lazy, I don't worry about food and I drink like my bladder knows no bounds).
Anyway, this one's for my sister - proof that being the naughty one will only get you so very far...
I heard first heard this song belatedly just two days ago - we were driving to a huge park in Nottingham, and having very little success finding it, and this popped up on Radio 1. My friend and I were both mutually reminded immediately of the new Raconteurs album, but with a little more funk involved. Turns out it's a band whose name has been thrown around a lot recently, and who I hadn't got round to trying at the time. Needless to say, I have now, and they're ruddy great! They don't appear to be at Glasto (one week!) but perhaps Leeds will satisfy my thirst. Til then...
mp3: 'Ain't No Rest For The Wicked' by Cage The Elephant
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