This most pleasant of earworms has been carrying me joyously through the wind, rain, sleet and cold-white-bouncing-sky-bullets for the best part of a week now, and despite it’s obviously sunshiny persuasion, I can’t see it relenting for some time yet.
Gunns hail from Fremantle, Australia with a penchant for perfect pop and plenty of reverb of the old school variety. Imagine Pixies at their surfiest or Temple Songs circumnavigating a 60s echo chamber and you’re already halfway towards kissing the golden sand, grabbing a board, and jumping out into the bright blue sea. This being one of their slower numbers, there’s a lovely swinging bassline thrown in for good measure too.
By the way, this is ‘only’ a B-side. Good grief.