This song's brightening up a particularly miserable afternoon in Manchester. As my mind wanders and I imagine myself in a secluded Australian cove, sun beating down, beer in hand...I've got to wonder why the hell my family decided to stay in this country and not flee like the rest of my relatives. But whatever, this rules and I'm looking forward to hearing more from Hot Spa...assuming they're not a bunch of prickteases like Ean Eraser.
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