Smart fellows, Cut Off Your Hands. Whereas most blokes with still-simmering romantic designs on an ex resort to lame attempts to win her back – impromptu poetry bellowed at her bedroom window on the way home from the pub, email attachments titled ‘Mypenis.jpg’, etc – this Auckland foursome play it somewhat cooler. They casually distill all manner of swoon-inducing sentiments (“Though I can’t pretend to know exactly what you want/I still want you by my side”) into three minutes of honeyed harmonies and thrumming bass that sounds like Sting giving The Strokes a backrub.
Cut Off Your Hands
Still Fond/Closed Eyes