Cocknbullkid - ‘Cocknbullkid’ by Popjustice

I love this chick

Just saying

Caught her supporting Marina in Oxford a little while back (another lovely lady, who gave me … 3 red balloons. They’re still hanging in my wardrobe. They’re a bit deflated, my love). She was wearing some sort of figure hugging black frock of sex and some bitchy black suede wedges. It is one of my life’s biggest regrets that i was not in possession of a working camera on that night*

Anyway I hadn’t heard of her at all before her stunning set of ten or so riotous, piano-pop tunes, whose saccharine instrumentation disguised a sickly desperation in some lyrics: ”but of all the powers that I could possess/to make you love me for me, that would be the best” - beautiful (from ‘Cocknbullkid’, her self-titled, instantly recognisable underground hit). Her commanding stage presence, which was clearly lost on the shiny tank topped pre-teens (who were cearly only there because they’d heard ‘Hollywood’ on the radio once or twice) who jeopardised my centre front position, unabashed eye contact, and, I’m not afraid to admit, curves of justice, made her set a support act worth queing up 5 hours early for

Seriously, I did. Serious colds developed afterwards

*It’s really not