Over the last few months I’ve been using Spotify to resurrect albums that I used to listen to way back in the day. What I’ve discovered is that you really are seriously affected by the bands you used to listen to when you were about 12-16. You can try as hard as you like to break new scenes and unearth new genres but at the end of the day it’s fate. Nick Hornby is all over this in 31 Songs and he’s right.

For me, it was all about listening to my older brother’s records when he wasn’t around. I used to sneak into his bedroom and go through his vinyl collection, being very careful not to scratch any of them in the process. This was the time just before Public Enemy and the whole Hip-Hop scene broke, so, I’m now afraid to say, most of these records were Goth bands.

Anyway, I forget all their names now but The Cult was one of them and ‘Brother Wolf, Sister Moon’ is one of their best tracks from the album ‘Love‘. Red Indian incantations, minor keys scrambling over major blues  – there’s a real tension in the song that completely blows me away every time I listen to it. It’s definitely a love song but I don’t think you’ll be able to pull with it.