There's too much military postulating on our screens at the moment, what with Israel and Iran throwing subsequent tanties, and Albo off to see Trump about AUKUS (Still one of the worst acronyms out there) and of course there's what's going on in America.
The world's going a bit mad.
And I've been getting earworms.
See, you say Screaming Jets to a Gen-X woman and this is the first thing that goes through her head.
You're reminded that you come from a simpler time when pub rock ruled your reason for living, and the lyrics were mind-blowingly good.
Of course, I'm taken back to 1991 and the bloke I was seeing at the time used to sing this to me all the time.... Great.
But how do you explain to the youth of today just how forming and informing was the music of our day. Do they realise that these beats and riffs and lyrics get into your bones?
They will never know what it was to sit down on a Sunday night and watch Countdown.
They will never understand the power of the mix tape. These were love letters, if you did them right.
They will not know what it is to have to buy and physical record, or tape, or CD.... even better when the lyrics were printed in the sleeve.
And they will never understand the rabbit holes you will go down when you here a phrase and you'll start singing.
So, not only do I think of an Aussie pub rock banda and old boyfriends when I hear the words "screaming jets".
I get a chorus in my head. Dum dum dum de dumm....no more, no more....
Where has this song been for the last forty years. Why is it that Peter Gabriel, who does backing vocals on this song, seem to have slipped into the musical abyss. This is the Peter Gabriel who wrote this anti-war cracker.
Still, forty years on, we're still singing these songs in our heads.
They're still relevant.
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