Psychic Defence

I think Kenickie are one of the great lost bands of the 1990s. Both their albums are filled with spiky, spunky girl-pop, a bit ramshackle but witty and catchy and rousing, like good pop music should be.

This isn’t their best song, but it is the doodoodoo bababa-est and today I am enjoying the non-verbal communication aspect of that because I am a bit sick of words, frankly.

Anyone wants to talk to me today, I think I’ll hit them with a doobydoobydoo and maybe a couple of handclaps and a key change until they either join in or go away.