Neither a cover of the 1987 single by The Mission, nor as bleak as the title suggests, and equally, not TS Eliot’s seminal poem set to music, the lead single from Satellites’ second album is an understated piece of what the Guardian described as ‘epic croon-rock’.
It is epic, and it is croony, and is built around a single guitar note, overlaid with a brooding. It’s simple but effective, although it’s also rather safe-sounding. Fans of The National, et al will doubtless lap it up, but the truth is that I find it hard to get excited about this sort of mellow MOR crooncore.
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