I first saw Aimee Mann back in the early 90s twice in Liverpool – once at the Royal Court supporting someone I now can’t remember and once at a jazz club on Hope Street whose name I also can’t remember. Ageing is fantastic. Bob Harris would often play her on his overnight show on Radio 1 – she was one of those artists who started great and just got greater. The pinnacle of greatness for me was ‘The Forgotten Arm’ from 2005 which still stands out as one of the most superbly arranged albums ever recorded – the most americana-tinged of all her records, it tells the story of two characters who run off with each other to escape their problems, but end up in more trouble. The fact that this track wasn’t a hit proves once and for all that there is no justice in this awful world we live in.
Songs for the apocalypse: Aimee Mann “Going Through the Motions”
