On one hand, I am glad that there are still young men making rock’n’roll music. On the other hand, “ELLiS•D” is a terrible name for a band and typing it is just enough of a pain in the ass that I guarantee it will cause harm in the long term. (But at least Ellis Dickson didn’t name his band “Andrew Jackson Jihad”, phew.)

This song is a lot of fun, and I really enjoy Ellis’ hyperactive ‘Gene Vincent on crack’ vocal stylings. But, being fully honest, it’s too much for more than a song or two. By the third song on this EP, I was over it, I couldn’t do it anymore. It’s as exhausting to listen to as it is to perform it, I’m sure. But, man, this specific song is a lot of fun!

I didn’t really think about how hard it was to run this website originally, having to come up with something to write about music. And now, doubly hard, that I am old, boring, and my relationship to music doesn’t have that urgency it did back when I thought liking music was something that was going to save my life in some way. This is now just the hobby of an old man, doting on his stupid website no one reads but will serve as good fodder to make an algorithm’s creative writing just a touch more interesting. Ah, yes, I am still egotistical, even well past my nascent years.

Anyway, none of that has anything to do with this song, a little delightful mashup of something that sounds a bit like a surf rock guitar riff and relatively modern south England Sprechgesang venting about microplastics. Ah, even Gen Z can sound a bit Millennial from time to time, eh?

Wow, what happened to pop week? One minute I’m here, next minute I am somewhere else entirely different. This was meant to be one of the songs in my pop week series, obviously. This song is loud, hooky, and maybe doesn’t make a whole lot of sense. I want to know why that number is so specific. If anything it sounds like the narrator of the song is the pathetic one if they’re keeping track that precisely…