This may well be the soundtrack to a Bounty advert on another planet...
Good lord. One has reason to suspect this band’s name may well incorporate some kind of single entendre. Consider a woodwind-swept swoonsome temptress of a tune featuring quite disturbingly sultry ‘My, Mister Grimshaw, it’s so hot I may have to take all my clothes off’ soul voice.
This may well be the soundtrack to a Bounty advert on another planet. But on this one it’s far too classy for that. Slinky, slow and sensual, ooh smother me mother, I’m comin’ over all unnecessary! Put on that ironic virgin record again, will yer!?