A Spiritualized Season: Hey Jane

The unveiling of new material by a favourite act is always a gut-wrenching affair, completely different in form and function to accidentally stumbling across a record by a band previously never heard – even if this newly discovered triggers jets of steam to erupt from the ears. With the favourite act, the grooves of anticipation are fractured and not necessarily easy to traverse, the mechanics of trepidation at play; will this be as strong, as evocative, as fucking stunning as the rest of the canon? It’s a little like meeting an old flame for a casual drink after years of separation – for however hard you try to act nonplussed, however honest any degree of nonchalance may be, the background question always lingers – will there still be a spark?   

Spiritualized / Hey Jane