||Where the violent extreme of my tastes rises to meet inevitability in the throat with sharpened teeth, the other end celebrates fragility and transience and defiant human scale.|
||If you didn't get to be a Kate Bush fan while she was still releasing indie records, and didn't buy Y Kant Tori Read until long after she learned, don't miss this moment when you could still be one of the first 1000 prescient and fortunate followers of the brilliant Daisy Victoria. Or just start small and play this. It's my song of the week. Do you have a song of the week yet? We can share.|
||"Pain of Dancers"
||But my song of the week is this astounding thing called "Pain of Dancers" by Daisy Victoria, which might be the dark neo-New Wave pop that Charli XCX feinted towards with "Nuclear Seasons" .|