It Was Love That Laid Us Low

Chilled out vibes from these guys for a Friday afternoon:

I’m not sure what effect the placed wallet has on the sound of the drum? And does it make a difference if it’s filled with credit cards or cold hard cash? Does the character of the music change as the band becomes more (or less) successful?

I’m over-analysing. It’s a lovely song, and it’s Friday afternoon.

Bastille – Pompeii (Acoustic)

Yes, we’ve all heard the fantastic acoustic version of Bastille’s Pompeii already – a version augmented by the… er… acoustic qualities of the venue, the Petit Palais dans le Musée des Beaux-Arts de le Ville de Paris, no less. Mais oui.

But there’s no problem with hearing it again and marveling at Dan Smith’s soaring voice echoing around les belles salles, now is there?

Beautiful, although as Scroobius Pip would say of Kyle “J” Simmons (far left) “I’d rarely seen someone look quite so uncomfortable in their own skin”. Hopefully there will be a bit more energy from him when they come over here in January, and it won’t turn into another lifeless Alt-J set. Colour me worried.

Incidentally, you may also enjoy Hannah Reid and London Grammar‘s acoustic version of Wasting My Young Years (and indeed, Hannah Reid), done for the same people, but in a different (sadly less echoey) room, here.