Fabulous indefinable pop with brains and heart; pop, that is, that's timeless in the manner of XTC and Television, The Kinks and The Associates and proper song writing and some long lost suburban summer 9and Flaming Lips and The White Album). The Red Bee Society gloriously rhyme 'horses' with 'divorces' within a package of bright, subtly detailed melody, tunes that have you running down the street looking for the ice cream van. Like opening the windows on a stuffy room. 'Passing Boy' follows with a sweet little ditty that could be achieved by a much-improved Gorky's. "When We Talk Of Horses" is a killer though, with that lump-in-the-throat moment when the guitar comes in with the big tune, the tinkly chime bars at the back, the rough and ready sound. It could have fallen through a wormhole in time from some innocent mythic era, possibly around the early eighties, when our independent pop meant something to the listener. Can new music still make school kids freeze by the radio in wonder? I like to believe it can still happen. A single of the week contender... something rich and strange about this, (and for obscurists, quite as good as 'Princess' by The Fairys... Nice artwork from Gary Rough as well.