One of Sheffield's finest, Little Man Tate, were a short-lived, well, pop group, whose straight-ahead style in the late noughties (they split in 2009), sadly, did not bring them the recognition they deserved, despite some radio airplay (promoted by the likes of Steve Lamacq) and similarities with fellow Yorkshire band, The Arctic Monkeys. For me, along with London band, Dogs, who similarly made two outstanding albums in the same period, though in a more (revivalist-)punk style, Little Man Tate represent one of my favourite (lost) bands of the last decade.
This 2008 album, following the previous year's About What You Know, is another fine collection of songs, full of LMT's trademark mix of guitar hooks and catchy choruses, and all jointly composed by band singer/guitarist Jon Windle and guitarist Edward 'Maz' Marriott. Although, for me, whilst not being quite as strong a song collection as the debut album, there is hardly a duff song here and NWHCE still provides many moments of intoxicatingly vibrant listening. Windle is on his favourite subject of girls and lost love on the infectious pop of What Your Boyfriend Said, A Little Heart, Time For Anything and The Last Hurrah, and, similarly, on the cross-over of music and romance on the sublime melody of Joined By An ipod. The ballad-like Shoulder To Sigh On finds him at his most reflective, whilst album opener Money Wheel bemoans a band's treadmill-like existence.
My favourite songs here, though, are the marvellously infectious Shot At Politics, wherein our hero bemoans his lesser station in life, and the take on female stardom in She Looked Like Audrey Hepburn, with its great lyric, 'He thought she was looking deep into his eyes, right into his very soul, but she was just checking her hair in the reflection of his sunglasses'.