Sometimes a song just floors you. It clenches the jaw and moistens the eyes. This isn’t it. How could it be? It’s by underwhelmers Slow Club. It’s quite nice second time around, like ‘The Suburbs’ heard down a tin-can telephone. The first time it doesn’t register at all, like being told about somebody’s dream – your eyes glaze over and you go, “Right, so the horse was actually Trevor Nelson”, without even meaning to.
Gavin Haynes