21. Turbo Killer - Carpenter Brut
Turbo Killer is the 21st best song of 2016, but understand that the music video for Turbo Killer is half way between Time Cop and Akira and thus is the greatest thing my eyes have done in these twelve benighted months.
My dad had a Datsun 120Y, so I never really got into car fetishisation. My entire appreciation of land vehicles was based on the degree to which they could be made to sound like a lawn mower and whether they could make it up that one hill at Coogee without going into first. Insofar as cars inform our taste in sexual partners I loved growlers with reasonable stamina.
The cars are definitely sexy in Turbo Killer. The lovely fellow in the gas mask is driving a car, who is also a woman? And he wants to rescue another woman from a reasonably French chap who might be trying to take her back to Krypton, and maybe she's also a car? So then he crashes his car into her - which, FYI, not a great way to rescue someone, but clearly he knows what he's about because then she's in his car, which is a little confusing if she is a car. Is he a tow truck? But it's okay, because now they're in space and racing to get away from who I can only assume are Justice's trademark lawyers.
Later on my dad got a Ford Spectron and I fell in love with a rectangular woman who could carry really impressive quantities of groceries.
Turbo Killer would have been even further up my list if it hadn't have ended, so the hint that this may be a trailer for a larger project called Blood Machine (definitely a step up from my working titled, "Help! My Girlfriend is a Car! Maybe!") with even more music by Carpenter Brut makes me very happy because I have precisely two things in this world: so many questions, and a sudden confusing interest in exhaust pipes.