While we all kneel to the submission of the sweeter things in life, the guilt of enjoyment often rises its head with a tutting finger and a smug grin that confirms for each flash of fulfilment you inhale, something equally shitty will bite you on the buttocks.
It’s the pessimists way. Expect nothing and you will never be let down. Enjoy something and you will pay for your happiness because aint nothing free. Girls, cigarettes, fast food, Big Brother…it’s all there waiting to fuck you over. And don’t think for one second that music will console your dying anguish because it wont, it’s there to further your longing, antagonise your dismay and poke fun at your pathetic life.
Lucy Rose is no different. Sure, her twee name suggests fields of heart-shaped smiles and happy endings, and yes, her saintly hum matches the alluring pitch of the sirens who lead sailors to their immortal peril and obviously her eyes look like diamonds cast from a secluded ocean in the heart of Babylon, but if you listen to ‘Middle of the Bed’ too much you’ll go and fall in love with her and trust me, she’ll never call you back.
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