This is a slow pretty song with moments of self-conscious aggression. There's an infectious rising chorus, guitars, multitracked vocals and sonic confetti sprinkled as the production builds. It's very OK. It should be on the radio and on MTV. Whoever sent it to me doesn't know that I listen to the words whenever I can hear them ... and I have to report a punishable crime: the phrase "cruise control" is used for no better reason than it chimes in a teeth grindingly obvious way in the chorus: "chose an' keep your blues on cruise con-troowhoowhoowhowhool" (chose an'/ blues on/ cruise con ... get it? ...). So irritating it should make it a big hit. Two bonus tracks present the full Elbow range from the easy listening jazz of "Loss" to the structured post-rock dynamics of "Whispering Grass" it's more than enough to justify Elbow's status as contenders for promotion from thoughtful music's Nationwide League. Certainly enough to confirm your decision to buy the album.