Discovering Martin Newell's extensive catalogue - some of it under the name Cleaners from Venus, some of it not - is like going through the closet of an older relative and finding loads of clothes you want to steal. You wonder how on earth you never knew it all was there to begin with.
I don't think his stuff is brilliant. Though he obviously has excellent taste in music, and his songs sound like everything I love - C86, Flying Nun, all that sort of thing - I do think his songwriting lets him down on a few too many occasions, and he also has that annoying name-dropping tendency that irritates me so much about, say, the Television Personalities (another band-that's-really-one-guy-who's-been-making-records-forever). But still, if you're into jangly indiepop it's hard to see how you could not like this at least a little bit.
This is a 1987 single.
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