Brooding and understated little gem. A self-effacing sarcastic diatribe with some down to earth comparisons: “It was like a smoke ring and it was like a tire.” Drifts along in suitably ethereal mood.
Woozy and wonderful with a plucked harp sound and charming piano shapes. Includes some nice ‘Ba ba ba baa’s too. An undercurrent of sadness runs through it, though, and, of course all this laughing with friends has its inevitable downside: ‘Everybody knows that laughing’s gonna line her face.’
Lush B side with sirens and TV clips. A play on feeling anchored in a topsy turvy world. Nice idea but all a bit flat.
From a series of demos, this is a really haunting dreamscape creation, worthy of official release. There’s a sincerity about the feeling in this one, and an obvious admiration of the artist from a couple of fan boys, ‘lovers of line and lovers of form.’ The drums and synths wash over it without sounding schmaltzy or dated. Art.