Our first song without a video is also the hardest one so far to write about…
I frickin’ love this song.
Right now, with a rare burst of sunniness overtaking Britain, is a perfect time for Kenickie. The wide-eyed thrashy optimism half of Kenickie, anyway, not the abyss-black self-loathing half of Kenickie. Classy is all staring-up-at-the-sky dizziness and late night park drinking. Slip it on your headphones as you walk home and marvel at the shouting and handclaps and weaving guitars that sort of sparkle. Lauren Laverne claiming she’s the Fastest Man Alive. ‘Cause, y’know, she is. “Break yr heart, break yr face / Not that much to look at anyway.”
…You’ll probably hate it. But, then, you’re empty and soulless and probably hate being happy. Don’t you? Don’t you???