This is the song that’s been living in my head for the past few days, the last officially-released Blur song before their reunion in 2010 and – from what I can gather – an unfinished demo from the Think Tank sessions before Graham Coxon left the band in 2002. Beyond the fact that it’s just ridiculously catchy (Seriously, that “Nigh-igh-igh-igh-ightingale” part will stick in your head for a long time if you let it), what really appeals to me about the whole thing is that it sounds so unfinished; it meanders, it feints, it’s mumbly and messy and shambolic, and yet all for the good. There aren’t enough songs like that, that sound like the inside of your head after a particularly busy, particularly successful day. You’re tired and can’t think straight never mind imagine what happens next, but you’re quietly happy, if that makes sense? That’s what this song sounds like, to me.
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