Ross Clelland, Journalist

Across its sometimes delicate components there is an absolute craft and care.

In an alternate reality where burgundy turtlenecks have never gone out of fashion, Jeremy Neale homages a record collection in which a consistent left-hand break comes up the Mersey while the surf guitars are played by a well-harmonied girl group.

Hookey’s got a real – but not oppressively – Australian voice to be heard. Real good business.

It’s a near magical thing, and proves Television – unlike many of their contemporaries and descendants – don’t much harm their legacy or reputation.

Other bits tend toward the ‘summery instrumental’ default, but he’s apparently having fun.

Apparently, they dream of “selling out for six figures and a Coles ad”. Make it so.

There’s some points of distinctiveness he/they should maybe push for to become something more individual; something they can build into music of note.

Tongues and the self-explanatory closer Temporary Living are rightly righteous, but elsewhere their grumpy sounds feel a bit forced, although would likely still work in a correctly sticky carpeted live environment.