Yes, it’s the now-very-nearly-weekly Five For Friday, sifting through the wreckage of our broken lives to find some good stuff to contemplate, listen to and enjoy at the end of the slog.

Fever Ray/Mercy Street Until Fever Ray told us, we didn't actually know that Peter Gabriel's Mercy Street (from the still meaty So) was about Pulitzer Prize-winning poet Anne Sexton. Maybe we should have read the sleevenotes, or actually engaged brain. No matter, Fever Ray aka Karin Dreijer Andersson aka one half of The Knife has swelled knowledge and fevered up and knifified the song, and will release it on download and fashionable 7"on 6 September. It's pretty special so you should buy it and not just nick it.

DJ Fresh/Gold Dust Don't really care about the song - it's DnB, innit, nice bit of DnB, with some bassy bleeps and useful drop-outs. But the video is WICKED. Really, really wicked. Imagine something wicked, right? Got it in your head? Concentrating? Yeah. Wicked, is it? Not as wicked as this. It's skipping. Really good skipping. In some sort of gritty, realer than real American project, where the rest of the day is probably spent slinging and giving snitches what for. But not while there's skipping to be done. Remember the last time there was really good skipping in a video? It was Malcolm McLaren, wasn't it? Double Dutch. And where is he now, DJ Fresh? He's dead. So think about that, DJ Fresh. And watch the skipping.

Cee-Lo/Fuck You When you read this, this song will be over. It’ll be old, overplayed and irritating. People will tut when unimaginative DJs wheel it out at Christmas parties. But for one glorious minute, just like you, Shabby Culture heard it without context, marvelled at the video and just plain loved it. For once in union with the zeitgeist, we were on top of the world. Thank you Cee-Lo. Thank you.

Truth/Puppets No doubt the more narrow-minded among us associate New Zealand with Crowded House, sheep, wine-tasting and acid reflux - and not a dark sense of urban ennui. But here are Truth to lay some, er, truth on us. This Christchurch trio release their debut album Puppets this week, and it's a thrilling dubstep collection that marries gloomy atmospherics with what we believe the kids are calling "banging tunes". Let's call that a winning combo and say no more about fush and chups.

Peggy Lee on Radio 2/Blonde On Blonde Radio 2 have got husky media omnipresence Mariella Frostrup to present this, but don't let that put you off/turn you on so much you'll only listen for three minutes. This is another in the countless arguments for keeping the BBC and putting a single bullet in the temple of anyone who voted Tory in the last election. Just one. If they survive, they'll probably struggle to get a job, but there'll be a welfare state to look after them. What? Oh.

Anyway, putting The State Of Things to one side, this is an excellent introduction to Peggy herself and her cracking tunes and voice. Going from her origins as beaten-up Norma Deloris Egstrom to beautiful sophisticate Peggy Lee in an hour, with some choice stories and tremendous tunes, and some words that would be very racist today, but weren't then, what's the world coming to, eh, when the BBC and the liberal media conspiracy can use the word "spade" in context, in a documentary, but they let anyone into this country, and they only have babies for the hand-outs, don't they? I want my licence fee spent on a station where I can talk about football and my racist beliefs. There is one? Oh. I want two.