This song is what I would label ‘an absolute flirt’. Don’t get me wrong, I’m not one of those seedy blokes who reckons that every female-fronted band are basically just set up in order to gain my attention. Na, I mean, The Golden Age Of TV can be very proud of the fact Bea Fletcher has a fantastic voice, but I’m talking more about those minxy sounds behind her that I’m pretty sure are just having me on.
It’s not just me, is it? The racy guitars, the porn-smooth keys, even that sumptuous bass somehow seem to just be battering their eyelids, or whatever it is normal people do, at me. I’ve come over all aflutter and might need a lie down, yet I can’t tear myself away and these crafty Leeds genii have got me cocking my head to one side as though I’m an adorable labrador puppy who doesn’t quite understand what’s going on but is very much keen to wag his tail in the hope of a biscuit.
But, almost seriously for a moment, this is a cracking beaut straight out of the fancy vending machine without you even having to spend a penny. It’s a mega-Twix, a whole box of Mars Duos, a box of Celebrations with the [insert name of the one you don’t like, I’ll eat ’em all]. Frankly, I’m seduced.