My favourite album: The Smell of Our Own by the Hidden Cameras

Continuing our series in which Guardian and Observer writers pick their favourite albums – with a view you might do the same – Tim Jonze wets himself at the prospect of the Hidden CamerasThe Smell of Our Own opens, as perhaps more albums should consider doing, with a tune about building a staircase to heaven made out of frozen pee. It ends with a tender love song about being wee-ed on by another man ("A warm wet yellow breeze," as lead singer and songwriter Joel Gibb puts it).This album of "...

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