Written by: Dave Cantrell

Sometimes we end up wondering what the hell’s the matter with us around here. I mean, here’s James Cook with this absolute pop corker of a brand-new single off his latest solo album (Anti Love Songs), reminding us with a stirring acuity of everyone from True Colours-era Split Enz to the Teardrop Explodes sitting in the shade of Kilimanjaro (Julian quietly dreaming of sunspots) while their Liverpudlian mates the Wild Swans go to the mountaintop in search of the revolutionary spirit, to, hell, we don’t know, the Triffids bringing their sandy devotionals to Maxwell’s and handing them to Yo La Tengo, and we’re only now catching up to the guy when he’s on his third (third!) solo album, and that’s after playing linchpin roles in London electro-rock, umm, sensations Nemo and (as touring guitarist) in synth nightmare-pop mavens IAMX and appearing and writing numerous songs for the mighty The Mighty Boosh? I mean what the hell? Now, I realize that’s a lot of italicized emphases but I’m sorry, we’re just simply floored that it’s taken us this long to finally see the light of the James Cook day. And yeah, maybe it’s not the first time and likely, we imagine, not the last that this kind of thing happens, but whatever, we’re just bloody thrilled to have this sound flooding our radar at last, and should you be in the same boat we’re guessing you’re going to be equally happy to be rocking on these very fresh new (to us) waves. [pre-order Anti Love Songs here]