This does feel like something that could have come out of Carnaby Street back in the day when the Kinks ruled the airwaves. There is a sixties presence for sure, a proper song that is top to tail confident to the point of swagger. And the best thing is that Ronny Tibbs appears skilled at reinventing himself endlessly so over three minutes it feels like we’ve been buoyed by a flotilla of charming movements. All in the name of love, the well of love that never ruins dry. KH
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