Mermaids croon, guitars nimbly skate across a chiming pond and that nice Jimi Goodwin offers the same indulgence of misery that he always will.
"I said man, can you help me out? / Bring me back to love / Bring me back to life "
Then the roof of the cave of guitars crashes down on top of your head and crushes you under a helpless weight of spiritual cleansing.

It's a given that Doves wont ever change, and thank God for that. Not with tunes this good.