A beautiful odd song built around chamber strings and a clarinet line and great folk guitar,a kind of British country and Western from ex Small Facer Lane

Pitched somewhere between Elton John,s "Rocket Man"and Bowie,s "Life on Mars" but oddly unique due to Lynsey's candy floss vocal.The content typically follows glam rocks pre occupation with the planets and spacemen but listen on and what could be third rate band wagoneering evolves, in a little over 5 minutes, into a substantial and epic tale of how an alien might view our futile existence ,yearning strings and clever layering produce a pleasant surprise from a performer considered little more than a nice to look at footnote . Dont judge an L.p by its cover!

The single word title would always at least conjure an expectation of beauty in this instance that expectation is surpassed ,its country in the conventional sense ,it tells of loss ,lonliness and the pain of daily life ,its also tender and tells of hope and joy through singin and escaping a dreary existance ,yes all this really happens in about three beautiful minutes .I would recomend this in the truest sense ,to enlighten,to improve ,to educate and to soothe.