/ Sun comes up, it’s Tuesday morning, RCA, 1990
Light and dark: rarely has a single as successfully conveyed each on either side of its flipped coin. On the A side, the joy of sleepily waking alone into a sunlit room, and lazily contemplating the day ahead and how ‘I kind of like the feel of this extra few feet in my bed’ and ‘everybody knows that good news always sleeps till noon’. On the B – the dark side – the essence of the occult distilled into a few carefully chosen notes of acoustic guitar and the ice water of Margo Timmins’ voice, simultaneously wondering whether to answer the call of witches, and summoning them up. It’s a preternaturally still piece of music, and yet when Margo sings of the night winds, suddenly they whistle through your already moonlit mind. The song’s atmosphere is sensuous beyond words; shivers of delight and fear run down Margo’s back, and yours. You can’t help but be drawn to those witches.
I first heard this not long after its release, set apart from the album on which it also appears (The caution horses). Taped for me by a girl whose sensibilities tended occasionally towards the eldritch, it stopped me dead in my tracks. If you’ve never heard ‘Witches’, I hope it does the same to you.