There are two things that will get me to scroll right on by in my Soundcloud feed, the song an already distant fading image having acid poured on it by my desperate photographic memory: love songs and Coldplay. But for AlunaGeorge’s first peek out of the hole since the excellent Body Music, I had to take a gander. Excised from the original are the effusively, sweet melodies like jolly ranchers melting out of a kitten’s mouth that’s crooning at you which Chris Martin is infamous for; and replacing them are a sparsely places bits of R&B stylings which still manage to infuse layer upon layer of sexuality that singe the air long after the note gives way to empty space. It’s the kind of contemplative love track, that you certainly wouldn’t be embarrassed to bang to in the boudoir, synchronizing your strutwalk to the bedroom to its beats.

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