One of the more interesting initiatives that the Government have put in place to make them seem more in touch with the common man is an online petition site, where you can submit and sign hundreds of missives to Tony Blair imploring him to change assorted bits of British life.
So, alongside petitions against badger culling and ones calling for Ruth Kelly's head on a plate, I'm going to suggest starting one calling for a national day of celebration every time Brighton-based supergroup Brakes release a record. Why? Because they're fucking great. It's not just because the group are made up of a veritable smorgasbord of indie cool (Half of Electric Soft Parade! One-fifth of British Sea Power!), or because they once released a dance single entitled All Night Disco Party, or even because they like to write 30 second pop songs, but because they rock like a bastard.
Admittedly, there's nothing new about this thrashy, Frank Black-worshipping racket, but as apocalyptic visions go (apparently the song is a reversal of the Book of Job, with Satan beating God's wager) this is probably as near as you'll ever going to get to a new Pixies record. Punky, shouty and with a hook to die for, this is good enough to sway any naysayers in the campaign for Brakes Day. Come on Tony, you know it makes sense.
