Well folks, the show has come to a close and subsequently, so has the Sunday Night Roundup. But don't fret, my fellow music geeks — my iTunes runneth over with music, my social calendar is jam-packed with blog-worthy shows and I have at least 20 texts filled with musical suggestions from my SXSW reporter that still need my attention. And if life couldn’t get any better, once she’s out of the studio, Elizabeth Ziff is going to take some time out with yours truly to talk shop on what it’s like to score The L Word! Oh and did I mention I recently sat down with The Cliks and made us a little video interview? You'll see it here soon.

Now that we’ve wiped away the tears, there’s a British invasion of a different kind a-brewing. This time around, instead of matching suits and ties and stylish haircuts, the UK is sending over its cutest darlings in adorable dresses. And when I say “darlings,” I mean complete bad-asses who talk like sailors and sleep with them too! Tonight’s episode featured music by a UK threesome, The Pipettes. Picture The Supremes or The Chiffons but with a shot of Jack Daniels.


The Pipettes

Speaking of music of yesteryear, I went to a party Saturday night with one of my favorites. She was dreading attending, as the club promised us an evening filled with Silverlake’s finest Hipsters and Scenesters — and well, I was wearing boot cut jeans, so there you have it. But we decided to throw caution to the wind, and found our way in.

After a few friendly nods and warm hugs, we hit the dance floor! Surprisingly, not a single note from Justice or New Young Pony Club or anything else of that nature could be heard. Instead, I found myself dancing to The Shangri-Las, James Brown, The Troggs and The Angels. I realized then the affinity I have with '50s and '60s pop music and the reason that modern-day songs like "Pull Shapes" by The Pipettes make me want to strap on my dancing shoes. It's just music that grooves!

Something else that’ll make you groove is another SXSW discovery from the UK, The Ting Tings. My SXSW reporter sent a ripped recording from their live show via text at 1am. I was a little upset and ignored the message for the time being…mainly because I couldn’t really make anything out. When are we going to learn that sticking your phone in the air while drunk and hitting "record" and "send" does not make for a happy recipient? Actually, who am I to judge? It’s my M.O. Upon her return, she sent an IM with a link to their MySpace page and begged me to play "That’s Not My Name." With a drum beat reminiscent of "Hey Mickey," I couldn’t help but move my bum in my office chair.



I also received a message from OurChart member Loveshtoned with a link to their track "Great DJ." With top musical gurus pointing me in the Ting Ting direction, I couldn’t help but download!

Happy season finale!