Simon Love doesn’t look the sort to praise our rain-disrupted, Cliff-defaced game of annual summer disappointment but this unlikely sports fan knows the value of a pun or two and in ‘Tennis Fan’, he deploys every double-entendre to add meaning to this tale of relationship wipeout. More bittersweet than Robinson's barley water, he sounds like early-70s Paul McCartney and piles on the fuzzy guitar melancholy until you’re weeping like Andy Murray coming second again. ‘R U Dynamite’ didn’t make the cut for the LP and, to be fair, it wouldn’t really have fitted but on this EP its primal Peter Gunn riff, horn blasts and sneering vocals sound like the finest glam rock/ Northern Soul hybrid, at least until the weird casiotone middle eight strands you looking stupid in the middle of the dancefloor.
It’s a more soulful Simon having his heart broken (again) on ‘Seasonal Affective Disorder #2’, which is lush orchestral pop arranged by A Little Orchestra’s Andy Hudson, while the Orchestra end the EP accompanying Simon on yet another version of ‘Motherfuckers’. Swathe it in all the strings you like, Tourettes boy, but it’s still the finest expletive-laced indiepop putdown ever. Like his 70s pop-star maverick heroes, Simon confidently sets his imagination free to explore every sleazy back alley of pop, always to euphoric effect.