We don’t know how, we don’t know when

• Scout Niblett, “Your Beat Kicks Back Like Death” (buy I Am here)

Doesn’t get much simpler than this – a ragged drumbeat, a melodic warble, a couple tiny scraps of lyric about Death. I’m ready to ride it straight into the ground, a mile down to some spooky damp cavern half-lit by green-glowing moss.

Jens Lekman covers the song for a comp for his label, and he does the death masque as a ballroom promenade – puts his suave croon out front, dresses up the tune all pretty, the backbeat a syncopated wiggle, the keyboards blowing bubbles. There’s even a choir in there. Not that I don’t like it – I do – but there’s something more inviting about the cold comfort of the original, the green moss against the rock in the dark.

• Jens Lekman, “Your Beat Kicks Back Like Death” (buy SC100 here)