This song is older than some of my band T shirts, but as with Cocteau Twins at their sweetest, it always feels like a warm room on a frosty day. It’s perfection: they pretty much invented dream pop, after all, with the music box twinkling, and ethereal beauty.
But, as ever, you can make up your own lyrics instead of Liz Fraser’s gorgeous goobleydegook. How about: “Candy cocks, karate cops/ Oats and perdue do dots dots/Keepy deepy Paddy Paddy bicycles,two days old”. Just a suggestion. What a beautiful song though, and the little (sugar) hiccup in her voice gets me every time. It’s glorious.
Hit The North 