Whenever I unlock my car, the beeps remind me of the last notes of the riff to “Connection.” It was twenty years ago I saw Elastica at the 9:30 Club, and apparently I’m still pining for Justine Frischmann.
I was in said car the other day when I heard “My Type” by Saint Motel. I don’t know anything about them, but that riff is pretty good. And extra credit for the handclaps. (Dear Pop: why don’t you have more handclaps?)
“My Type” also reminds me a bit of the third movement of “Your Cover’s Blown,” Belle and Sebastian’s opus rifftaculus:
*NB this title is a clever nod to Reading Is Fundamental. When I am king, RIF will enjoy lavish patronage, and my fiddlers three will riff most radly.