For a song about the usually dark and tortured world of insomnia, this new one from Benedict October is surprisingly upbeat. And why not? Because you are dealing with such issues, why not put a positive spin on it? But then again, the more I listen to the lyrics, the less sure that it is about what I think it is about but is, in fact, a more complex pay with the words.
What I am sure of is that it is a gorgeous piece of chamber indie-pop, built of grace and grandeur as well as pop poise, and it feels like the sort of thing that the likes of Richard Hawley or even Morrissey would have killed to have written.
