Well, bugger my arse and screw it on a wet chip if “hate the morning” isn’t absolutely fucking brilliant! A damn fine, damn near perfect bit of frenetic, twisted indie wizz-pop out of Leeds, riding a jalopy straight out of ‘91 with the Wedding Present, Dinosaur Jr & Sonic Youth in tow. The rather smart Squirrel has done it again.
This kind of song always reminds me of sunny afternoons at festivals, the best of times when everything seems to fit (and in actual fact lives only in memory behind rose tinted glasses. You soon forget about the pain that comes from filling up on shite food and immodium. And the amount of wizard’s hats. Christ, those bloody wizard’s hats…), I defy anyone to listen to it without a frantically tapping foot and a big grin on their chops. And t’other side “Joanne” isn’t bad either, another set of sweet sweet melodies to remind you what guitars are there for.
Looking forward to the next record already.
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