A beautiful, feather-light sketch of a song, full credit to Mr Whyte on this one and Morrissey meshes with it perfectly here. Just a brilliant portrait of the profound ennui of the rich. I could never, ever tire of hearing this song.
Another characteristically beautiful Vauxhall piece that took a while to completely grow on me, as with some of the other middle of side 2 tracks. Now, though, I see it as a well-done satire on the upper classes and their obsession with materialism overpowering any sort of compassion for those in less fortunate, and thereby more dangerous, situations. Subtle instrumentation helps to push this message forward, also. Another good track from the L section then.
Bit of confusion here. This is not a critique of the wealthy (unlike, say, the rich hunters in 'Love is on its way out') - it's a critique of people who like to spend a lot of time lying in the sun (which is the lower middle classes if anything).
A pleasant enough song but nothing more, really.
I know it's probably a bit invidious to start finding inconsistencies in lyrics that were written over twenty years apart, but how would the lazy sunbathers know there was a world war, global warming, or children getting shelled if they followed the Spent the Day in Bed edict and stopped watching the news?
A song describing the reaction of the French and English to the German invasion of Poland. September 39 must have been hot then. Combining such a theme with this kind of dreamy sound is a real masterpiece. First heard at the Japanese Toshiba edition of Vauxhall and I.
Also poked fun at the Tangoed generation in the north who had started their love affair with fake tan and then progressing through to living their lives at the Tropicana Tanning Salon or TanFastic, when there was precious little natural sun to give them their fix.