Music Monday: Man Bands

After last week's male singer/songwriterathon, I thought I'd inject my own chosen genre of male singers - that of man bands. If I'm going to like a singer/songwriter, chances are it will be a female. I need my men to be rocking out in a band, not singing about tear-stained eyelashes on some broad. My brother is a sensitive soul, bless him, and he loves that shit. Me, not so much, generally speaking. C was also offended that only 4 people had anything to say about his choice in music. I suppose he expected dozens of plaudits, so the four resulting comments crushed his bruised music ego, such is his love of singer/songwriters. He's like some sort of shifty Svengali with the amount he pushes his music on poor, unsuspecting people.

The sound is kind of the same here, as I've chosen man bands that have deep-voiced singers. You'd be surprised how many there are out there! I'm trying to restrain myself from throwing the Kings of Leon's "Sex on Fire" up here just for the hell of it, because damn I LOVE THAT SONG. Ahem.

It all starts with Joy Division. I know some of you girls are Joy Division fans, hollah!

Love Will Tear Us Apart



And just for fun, some man band covers of the song

Arcade Fire feat U2 (God I hate Bono, sorry Rachel)



Fall Out Boy



The Cure




The National

Mistaken for Strangers


Fake Empire



Tindersticks

Dying Slowly


Another Night In



Interpol

Evil


No I in Threesome



The Editors (only live shows since seemingly every video has disabled embedding)

The Racing Rats (Live at Later with Jools Holland)


Munich (Live...somewhere)


Not all of the songs were available on playlist.com, so I have substituted where appropriate. The usual - if you can't see the player, pop it out.

As mentioned previously, I am doing Reader Request Music Monday next week - the 29th. So far only two measly people (not that you two are measly in the least, I just mean the response of course!) have emailed me, so I trust that the rest of you haven't emailed me because you're too busy brainstorming. Seriously, you needn't impress anyone with your unique/hip tastes, that kind of defeats the purpose. I'm a woman who has unashamedly put a Paris Hilton video on here as an out-and-proud guilty pleasure. Nothing can be worse than that! All requests sent to me at barrenalbion at g mail dot com. You have until next Sunday night. Don't let me down. I might turn to Oreos if no one else requests anything, so you shall be responsible for the Decline of New Me. If you want that on your already-burdened shoulders, so be it...