On the one hand, this is a dreadful record.

Truly dreadful – dated, syrupy and redolent of Serge Gainsbourg on a (very) bad day. On the other hand, just go with it. We’re having an Indian summer. September and still 27 degrees. Close your eyes and let it wash over you. Yes, it’s corny but on a day like today, it sounds strangely wonderful.