Quintessential English gentleman, Benjamin Wetherill has a high, thin, shaky voice, but that doesn't stop him from creating a delicate, ramshackle song that can still pack a punch. Horns, handclaps and guitars jadedly rub against each other as soft smooth harmonies slide over Wetherill's warbling but result is absolutely wonderful. The B-side meanwhile reeks of nostalgia as ukuleles; clarinets and a honky-tonk piano straight out the 1940s come together in a jaunty little number complete with whistling

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