Secretly, what modern mainstream pop-hackery confirms is that there’s a fundamental sadness to the role of music writer, or at least there is if you let it take hold – you are employed to basically be a hanger-on, an eavesdropper, a spod, a geek, someone who won’t shut up about something the rest of the world just get on enjoying.
When we hear music this special we want to share it.
fluttering wing-movements and stuttering synth breaks and fluting woodwind and those stunning voices
I was tipped off to this delight by gentleman Ben Ayres (Cornershop) a few months back. It was, he felt, something that I might well enjoy.
Reasons to be cheerful, part three. A new track from Tijinder, a bit of give and spin ya,
I dunno. Whenever I see the words “vintage styled West Coast pop”, my heart sinks. It usually means some asshole or other getting all postmodern on the Beach Boys’ widescreen asses
I’m sure this album came out two or three years ago in the UK. Maybe not. You lose track of time here. Anyway, it’s just being issued in Australia, and seeing as how a) I love it, and b) The Vine have commissioned me to write a review, I thought I’d post this song here. […]