B-Side Sunday.

Returning once again in a blizzard of aural factoids that unfurl into a melodic pile-up lusher than Brian Wilson crashing an eighteen-wheeler into the Sydney Opera House, it’s B-Side Sunday! The holy ceremony that is kinder than every Samaritan ever but still knows how to rebel just right; having spent its halcyon youth beating all the other religions up in the playground for their dinner money before strutting off to smoke fags with Richard Dawkins behind the bike sheds. In short, it rocks like a bastard and swings like God’s own balls.

Bored with all the bad noise, those tracks that flit about with plenty of guile but nary a bollock between them? The ones that make deafness seem like a blessing rather than a curse? Then let B-Side Sunday carry your ears from the wrong side of the musical tracks into the holy light of the future with but a sprinkling of ‘Side Two’ magic. Despite entering its autumn years, like a dying firework, it can still sputter out some sparkle.

As bonus track on the recent misery-masterpiece that was ‘Our Love To Admire’, ‘Mind Over Time’ is cut with enough haughty menace to drop the knickers of even the sternest unbeliever at fifty feet. Proving that style never goes out of fashion, Interpol slink around swarthily for just long enough to convince you of their unerring brilliance before flitting off into the night as the cavernous applause echoes around the hollow B-Side Sunday church. It’s the perfect Christmas soundtrack for couples who aren’t going to make it as far as February. Amen.