Some quirky chamber pop in the B and S mode from hot-tipped Foxes, all boy/girl harmonies, handclaps and wryly arch lyrics about ‘neon vested’ scenesters with a lilting Isobel Campbell-esque solo interlude from front-girl. Signs of some innovation—or creative stealing–since then arrive a minute in onwards with heavy hint of the syncopated polyrhymic dance-prog suites in trend during the last few noughties musical waves a la Dandandanackroyd and Foals. As garnish, some music concretique-style sirens amidst the greenery spaces of Foxes-town .
The B sides continue in sun-drop pop vein replete with a faint grey glimmer of cloud melancholy, in this, then, most nu-britpop of pretenders to the musical climate; temperate yet with a comforting unpredictability.