A single from the sunny coasts of Doncaster, Beautifully produced fuzzy basslines and some wonderful crooning. An extra melancholy Sam Cooke vibe.
I remember when when my grandma and granddad used to take me on holiday to Donny, all the way from Featherstone. It was a welcome retreat, and this lovingly considered song does that justice. Lovely, punchy basslines and olden days production.
Dr Orange looks exactly like them blokes from 60’s proto-punk band The Music Machine.
My dad keeps telling me things ‘come in threes’ and I think he’s right, although upon realising a third thing has raised it’s head I probably fail to notice the fourth.
This song was written in three minutes, a stripped back earworm built around a tasty, memorable hook. Some lovely organ-like keys. Looking forward to something a little more exciting. I do not doubt that Dr Orange will deliver.