Thou Shalt Always Kill
Ah, the old deck-clearing, icon-obliterating let’s-take-this-fucking-place-back-to-Year-Zero approach to pop. Not since The Clash demanded “No Elvis, Beatles or The Rolling Stones” in ‘1977’ has anyone slain as many sacred cows as Scroobius Pip manages here, and sorry Joe, Mick, Paul and Topper, you’re on his list too. “The Beatles – just a band/The Clash – just a band/Radiohead – just a band” notes Scroobius over a sparse electro backing from Mr Le Sac, coming across like an east London LCD Soundsystem or Mike Skinner in a really bad mood. And he’s not finished there: Arctic Monkeys, Nirvana, Oasis, Pixies, The Smiths and Bloc Party (yeah, we’re not sure how that got into such exalted company either) all fall foul of this hard-headed preachy bastard before his vitriolic five minutes are up. Most shocking of all, though: “Thou shalt not read NME”. Not that we’re complaining, criticism being the sincerest form of flattery and all that. After flattery, obviously. And anyway, we can at least take solace in the fact that, 30 years from now, some futuro-hipster in Nu-Hoxton will undoubtedly be singing the same thing about Scroobius over the latest rhythms from Alpha Centauri. But that will be then and this is, unmistakably, now. Scroobius Pip, you’ve just written the Track Of The Year. Thou shalt buy this song and listen to it every day until the Sun swallows the Earth.