Looks like these lads have had a bit of a fling since I last had them darkening these pages but with their new-found romance there’s no sign of slowing down or mellowing out as the trio head down from the North-West into my ears and brighten up any day.
In the aural equivalent of a fever dream this bunch give you that beach-esque sensation without you ever feeling like you’ve left a dark, dank room with sweat dripping from the walls. Whether an optimist or pessimist you can probably take this track to match any of your amorous intentions and the guttural screaming of the refrain acting in stark contrast to those floaty backing voices sums up the walking, singing contradiction that makes Trudy and the Romance genuinely one of the best bands in the country at the moment. If you get even the faintest sniff of a chance to go and see this unruly mob live then I urge you not to miss your chance as they’re even more spectacular in the rotting flesh.
It’s unpredictable, it’s hectic and, to be perfectly honest, it’s a ruddy mess. And I have an unbridled love for it.