Spit At Stars EP
Coming on like Jamie T fronting Dexy’s Midnight Runners, south London soul boy Jack Peñate is what happens when people pick up guitars and have a stab at being Sam Cooke rather than the Kaiser Chiefs. It’s nothing to do with class. It’s nothing to do with ethnicity. It’s everything to do with ambition. This is the kind of tune that secretes joy; three and a half minutes of pure out-and-out fun. Heck, this could make rhinos breakdance. And dead rhinos at that.