The Feeling are fast becoming a guilty pleasure, aren't they? One of those bands like Travis that you know are really so inoffensive you should hate them but somehow you just don't find them as irritating as you know you should. A bit like rosé wine in fact. You don't really like it (no-one does) but whenever it's there in front of you, you'll happily drink it because there's nothing actually wrong with it.
I'm trying to justify myself here, aren't I? I'm trying to make apologies for the 50-quid-man piano intro and the cheesy lyrics about loving your delicate ways and losing control, all sung in Gillespie Sells' lovely little Oirish accent.
This is their fifth single, taken from their album Twelve Stops And Home, and they're not outstaying their welcome yet. In fact, they're so not outstaying their welcome that I'm annoyed the promo copy only includes this one track and not the cover of Buggles classic Video Killed The Radio Star, or the a capella tour intro, Fill My Little Fanfare, that you'll get if you part with your hard-earned cash for it. I would have been happy to listen to those too, honestly. Now, where's some incompetent indie-punk racket to wash my ears out with?
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