Kane Fulton

Cowbell starts off with an bass line that sounds like an old Fujitsu PC desperately attempting to boot up, and failing miserably.

What follows is two minutes and thirty three seconds of fantastic, exotic, seducing, Spanish, fla...ok you get the picture. It's sexy.

It sounds a little bit like The Maccabees wrestling in a bath of beans with Larrikin Love. With any luck we'll all be fox-trotting to it in a local indie disco soon.

Rating:

8/10

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