I won’t lie… today’s song is sort of a placeholder before I begin another theme week tomorrow. In my blog queue, I have a handful of songs that I’ve collected but never written about or featured. I grab them because I like them but they don’t make it onto the blog because I don’t really know what to say.

Not that there’s anything wrong with that. As the old saying goes, writing about music is like dancing about architecture, so being at a loss for words over a particular song is in no way a knock on the song or the artist. On the contrary, maybe it’s the songs that you can’t explain away, the ones that appeal to you for reasons you can’t express, that really matter.

Of course now, in an effort to keep from underselling this song, I’m attaching more importance to it than it deserves. Can’t win, I guess.

I’ll leave it at this: I can listen to (and watch) Shirley Manson sing just about anything. And Garbage is one of the most under-appreciated bands of the past decade.

Also, I love the Chrissie Hynde impersonation Manson does at the end of the song as she cribs a line from ‘Talk of the Town.’ Apparently the band asked Hynde if they could use the lyric and she responded via fax, saying they could “sample her voice, her music or, indeed, her very arse.”