If you know this as That José González Song From That Advert With All The Coloured Balls Bouncing Down A Hill In The USA Somewhere, then scrub your brain, dickhead. Here The Knifer cover their own classic live and warp it with sepulchral, sighing synths and a cracked whisper of a vocal, turning the strummy yearning of González’s version into tear-strafed sadness. Not only is it infinitely better than Gonzales’ pap in every way, but also than the original. Which, frankly, is a bit like being better than sex on smack with God.
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