Flying nun, dying one

Yeah yeah, New Zealand is totally happening. Which is great because now a decent chunk of the American population can distinguish between a Kiwi and an Australian accent. Still, I sorta wish Brett and Jemaine—or at least Peter Jackson—would point the kids in the direction of Flying Nun. Here's an absolute classic from the label's early '80s heyday - a beautiful and haunting song that could really do without the little perky intro. Get past that and think of how you'd feel if you killed the one you love and have no idea why. The darkness makes the pop all the sweeter.

The Chills - Pink Frost