This slice of romanticised French pop caresses the current climate with a compulsive contrapuntal-esque melody. Derived from the niceties of a clap-along lullaby; Cats on Fire have managed to squeeze their selves off Scandinavian premises and embark upon a pathway mapped out by British ideology.
Vocal similarities to Morrissey and Robert Smith are dead certs for this summer season reminiscent which has along the way combined Belle & Sebastian’s musical essence; concluding its existence as an infused bop-along testimony of influences on their best behaviour.
Granted, it’s not electrifying, new or incredibly enticing but it’s good. Isn’t that the point?
Rating- 7/10
Thursday, 2 April 2009
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