I am not a fan of Garbage, but I have always given them props for the best 90’s grunge band name.
The hook of this song has always dug into my head as soon as I start to hear it.
This one is for you, dear wonderful wife.
I am not a fan of Garbage, but I have always given them props for the best 90’s grunge band name.
The hook of this song has always dug into my head as soon as I start to hear it.
This one is for you, dear wonderful wife.
Am I a fan of Jane’s Addiction? Yes. Do I own a Jane’s Addiction album? No. I will argue that this music fandom paradox can exist, and does exist all the time. But I don’t feel like arguing this morning.
Not sure why, but when I woke up at 5:30am, this song was in my head. Maybe I’m a kid of the 90’s? Maybe it’s just a good song.
Anyway… Here you go…
This whole song gets hooked in my head every time I hear it. I swear, is there a more pop-rock sounding 90’s song than this?
I would also like to note that the age of music videos taking place at a mall are over.
It’s the “baggy jeans and long blond hair” line that has lived rent free in my head since 8th Grade.
I can’t really tell you anything else about The Farm other than this is one of their songs, and the band is from Liverpool.
What I do remember about this song is being in my room, doing homework, and listening to 94.5 The Edge which was the local DFW alt music radio station. Not that I want to go back to being fourteen, but I do kind’a miss that feeling when the radio finally plays that song you have been waiting all day to hear. That rush of excitement and validation when the song was playing, and trying to savor every second that it was on. Bonus points if you had a blank tape ready to go to record the song off the radio – making one rough around the edges mix tape.