The Little Ones II
Escapism now
The first time we had the chance to chit-chat about The Little Ones, it was at the onset of summer, and we had the sunny tang of their music to usher in the new season. At this point in time, summer is, in all its radiant and idyllic glory, is slowly coming to an end. Don’t come here telling me about September 22nd, we all know Labour Day is the psychological conclusion of the season, and that’s not too far away. But with Morning Tide by The Little Ones, we’ll be able to stretch it out a little longer.
This one is far-out escapism, bred in the still-warm test tubes of 1960s pop, peppy and shimmering, light and fanciful, with sliding guitars streaming mellifluously, beach house drums smiling along, and even a windy flute to punctuate the lithe melody. But the song isn’t some “lay back and take in the sun” affair. No, there’s a sense of urgency which permeates the surfiness, an earnest desire to get into the benign atmosphere, pushed forward with such unflagging optimism it’s almost superhuman. It’s easy to be apologetic about such a shiny, not-a-care-in-the-world song, especially in the state of current world trends, but face it: we need this kind of woolgathering to help re-centre ourselves.













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