Poignant pop strivings here from the Melbourne’s finest exports since they threw wobbly-chinned tuba-playing god-botherer (but obviously an all round good egg) Harold Bishop in the sea, as Sodastream ...

It’s pleasant without forsaking content, it’s joy dressed as melancholy (or vice versa), it’s songs lovingly hand-crafted to show a small voice becoming its own rousing chorus.» ...