Here is Jay Ferguson with his US hit Thunder Island, built around a riff that will be familiar to Rolling Stones fans.

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In my rarefied musical universe few bands enjoy such exalted status as Sparklehorse. And few artists deserve the accolade ‘genius’ more than Mark Linkous.

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Summer songs don’t get much more summery than this trippy number by Jonathan Wilson, leader of the latterday Laurel Canyon revival.

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Back from a week in Cornwall but still in a summer mood, so here’s today’s slice of cheesy disco fun – the only hit for Lipps Inc.

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By far my highlight of Glastonbury was this performance by the Mary Wallopers – a virulently anti-capitalist anti-British bunch of folkies from the Irish border town of Dundalk.

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Sixty years ago today… The Surfaris enjoyed their one and only hit with a hastily composed instrumental B-side called Wipe Out.

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This was my introduction to the weird and wonderful world of The Cramps. They came along at exactly the right time with their decadent and pervy punk-adjacent rockabilly.

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This is surely the first film of any kind – not just music videos – whose end credits include someone listed as a “balls volunteer.” You’ll find out why in the first few seconds.

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Allah-Las channel the ghost of Dick Dale in their update of the surf-rock sound half a century later. No surprise that the band come from LA and met while working at Amoeba Records on Sunset Boulevard.