I’ve spent much of the last week trying to learn how to play this song on a four stringed guitar and I’m not too far off getting it at this stage.
The tone of the song is furiously, almost unreasonably optimistic. I will now forever associate this song with Ireland humiliating Portugal in 2025 in a similar way to how I associate the Fluke Minimix of Big Time Sensuality by Bjork with the night James McClean beat the Welsh in 2017 because I played that song six times in a row around 6pm that evening while painting a door.
I think this is one of the last great pop singles ever released and its greatness is enhanced by it being sung and written by a fella who looks like he could have been a school shooter, or at least a supermarket shooter.
