You can get into the groove of this latest single from Pale Grey quicker than a member of the aristocracy can hail a taxi. Well, an Addison Lee presumably but – pettiness aside – you can appreciate just how instantly you’re caught up in the rhythm of this beauty from the Belgian trio. (Who I now realise might not know what an Addison Lee is…)
From haunting vocals through a band filled with all sorts of tiny tricks and surprises, this is a tune crafted so delicately you’d be forgiven it was a piece of rare china that an elderly relative had bestowed upon you and given it to you in a mountain of bubble wrap. Tender to the touch and filled with highs and lows that might possibly work for an exquisite cardio workout, albeit that’s not an area of life I’m remotely knowledgable about. It’s the stellar vocal that really brings home the metaphorical bacon here as it roams freely across the top of everything else – gifted more space to roam in the even the fake pigs they make fake bacon with would surely be granted.
Far warmer than your average blizzard and not in the least bit terrifying, this’ll go down perfectly with a nice warm cup of cocoa in front of a roaring fire.
We Close Tonight 