Now, driving a car is something I have absolutely no knowledge of whatsoever but in mind head the phrase ‘nought to sixty’ sounds like the right way of describing this latest tune from The Old Pink House because it gets straight out of the gates into smashing away at your ear drums pretty darn rapidly.
It’s synth-indie at its finest, like having Blade Runner back but in 2017 – can you imagine? Thicker than blood, water and that one time you tried to make gravy where it all got super-lumpy, if this doesn’t blow your head off like some kind of Roger Rabbit cartoon villain then you probably don’t have the volume turned up nearly loud enough. A systemic revival of classic pop sensibilities which’ll surely endear them to music lovers far and wide, there’s no relenting as you race on down the motorway with a glorious sense of reckless abandon as cruise control keeps you from straying off into a nearby wheat field.
Yeah yeah, I know it’s right poppy but it has far more substance than your everyday boring paint-by-numbers chart-topper. There’s sass, there’s class and if you don’t like it you can kiss m… (That’s enough of that…)