[3] Franz Ferdinand, ‘Take Me Out’

Franz Ferdinand

A tremendous, not-so-inevitable skew on the new-new wave mania scorching the pop earth in the early Noughties, Franz Ferdinand swaggered in all-literate-like with Wiry rhythm and Blondie hit chops. That audacious aim to “get girls dancing” found full flower here in Junior’s neck-crick nodding in the back seat as the enormous riff kicked this song off proper.

Is there a more pleasing sight than two grown men throttling their guitars to synchronised steps? Alex Kapranos and Nick McCarthy were the new Rossi and Parfitt, the new Mud, the new Shadows – well-turned out gents who knew the value of fancy footwork, the limitations of rock shapes. If ‘Take Me Out’ – the tripartite axe-slinging beauty – could get them skipping in time, the girls would be a cert.

Der-der-der:

[3] Wire, ‘Outdoor Miner’

Not one of the biggest hits in our chart, but easily one of the most gorgeous, ‘Outdoor Miner’ stands out as an oasis of prettiness in Wire’s otherwise rather clipped and edgy oeuvre. Oeuvre. We’d all like one of those. I admit I don’t have a clue what the song’s about, and I don’t care – the chorus is an undying joy.

Wire are my current favourite band. I’ve had Chairs Missing for years, but only bought Pink Flag a few weeks ago, and now the pair are on constant rotation. The thrills they manage to pack into two minutes, the aggression, the beauty; they make proper Charlies of their post-post-punk new new wave copyists. Listening to these songs now, I’m amazed we didn’t laugh Elastica out of music.

To her delight, Junior found she could make her shadow mime the tinkly piano flourishes of the middle eight – that’s on the long version, Wire fans – and she swooned to that chiming chorus.