Single Review by Mark Bayross
Canadian-born Spek may have had to relocate himself to glorious Camden to launch his career, but he actually started out by impressing jazz-hop crew the Dream Warriors to such an extent back home that they asked him to join the band.
A decade or so later, plus a period spent touring with Us3, and he’s back with this infuriatingly infectious little ditty. The groove may have Primal Scream’s lawyers sharpening their pencils, especially if Bobby and co can remember as far back as SCREAMADELICA, but once this chorus is lodged in your head, you’ll find it very difficult to shift.
Spek’s debut album, DON’T SWEAT THE SMALL STUFF, is to follow, so we’ll soon see if he can spin this out across the duration of a long player.
