Fickle Friends frolic with 'Swim'
Every now and then His Grace likes to dip into the pop scene - either in an attempt to revive Sir Cliff's flagging career or to illustrate the complexity of theodicy. Occasionally it is an endeavour to dispel demons, rise above the pervasive gloom and kick the black dog. A few years ago, the Spectator's Coffee House used to run 'Spotify Sunday' which was invariably uplifting - His Grace was even asked to contributed his slection. With floods and tempests, doldrums and despair, it is good to be positive at least one day a week.
We're so used to being spoon-fed plastic music and predictable pap by Simon Cowell's Instant-Factor machine that it's easy to forget that there are some really talented singers and musicians out there who are tenaciously working the bars and clubs, honing their techniques and building a firm professional foundation. They don't need to be judged by Nicole Scherzinger for the obscene sum of £3million, firstly because nobody's opinion is worth that much, and secondly, it's far better to build up your own authentic fan-base so that when Mr Cowell decides to dump you you've got something to fall back on.
'Swim' is the debut single of a Brighton band called Fickle Friends. It's a jaunty, playful injection of feel-good into the dank and dreary winter blues. It's redolent of certain 80s curios, with just the right amount of triteness and twee (available on iTunes). If you're seasonally affected or on a post-festive downer, this is a certain antidote. Enjoy: