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Just as surely as night follows day, and that death, taxes and Cliff Richard will always be with us, Mew are cursed never to have a big hit. It's not like they haven't tried either, six times they've reached the Top 75 and three times they've stalled in the forties. A band like this deserves to get a lot higher than Number 46, and this jangly little, almost-Spectoresque, tune is their latest attempt to make it big.
The third single off of their non-stop 14 song circus And The Glass-Handed Kites, it starts off nice and sweet enough, but changes direction more often than a hopelessly lost delivery van - the trick is to bring all the disparate parts together, the Spectoresque bit, the indie bits and have the whole thing make sense.
Not everyone can do it, but Mew seem to have worked it out. The only drawback is that the vocals are so heavily layered that the only kids that'll be able to sing along with this are those with three heads, but with a song as utterly original as this it doesn't really matter in the end. Perhaps this time, eh?
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