While the rest of the world go on their business grays and trudge off to the subway, Crenshaw and his missus “do it do it do it now” in the ecstatic climax of this wonderful, though weirdly, not to mention echoey, produced sonic pop pill. Oh and wait for his shout of “key change!” so much fun.
By the way, there is an EP somewhere of songs off Field Day without Steve Lillywhite’s production. Which leads me to politely requesting that Crenshaw gives his great (actually, it’s Crenshaw so the great is a gimme) sophomore album, the full blown, odds, sods, live takes, alternate take, double CD effort he has given to his first one.