It begins promisingly enough, with vocalist Marco Rea sounding a wee bit like the Manics' James Dean Bradfield as he sings over the opening chords but, as the harmony-fuelled chorus kicks in, it quickly retreats to more predictable territory. There's nothing wrong with pop music covering familiar ground but this song lacks the necessary spark to make it memorable. All the elements are in place for a classic pop track - there's a guitar driven interlude, a floaty vocal segment - but it just ends up feeling rather episodic and bitty.

This is the second Scots band in under a month to draw on the spangly sound of Buffalo Springfield as an influence (check out the The Hazey Janes' recent release for further evidence of this trend). What's with the incessant cheeriness? Is it something to do with the weather? The long nights?