Killer Intro, Kim Deal.

Killer Intro, Kim Deal.

Tragically infrequently do we happen upon indie publications doing everything staunchly on their own terms, and with that doing it quite so magically as Wears The Trousers irrefutably do. I only wish I’d happened upon the words and pearly wisdoms of Alan Pedder’s self-professed women in music compendium sooner. Years ago would do. But yeah, in the buildup to last weekend’s Shellac ATP (which I’m still kicking my shins in ’til a bloody mess over not having gone to), they ran an enlightening two-part interview with Kim Deal concerning her imminent embarking on solo endeavours. And below, streamed via Pedder’s Soundcloud, is the very first fruit of her labours to have plummeted earthwards from that most high-yielding creative mind of hers. If you headed for Camber Sands last weekend, you’ll doubtless have already picked this one up on a limited 7″ and had it on ever since. Heck – you most probably bought it from her very hand… Twitter was aflutter with zealous gushing of merch stand encounters all weekend, I witnessed through the slats in hands eternally affixed to face. Anyhow, Walking With A Killer is an introspective skulk propelled by little other than softly ringing cymbals, an autographically protuberant bass line, and Deal’s perennially dulcet, if here schizoid vocal. Though unassuming, there’s a surreptitious insistence to it that demands copious amounts of repeat play: “I know it was my night to die”, she retrospectively sighs of an ultimately ambiguous close shave. Though more decidedly, this weekend aside, never again will I eschew ATP just as I’ll never cease to binge on the enduringly outstanding works of Kim Deal.


And in case you didn’t already click through, Wears The Trousers. Please do…

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