
Built around a muffled and scratchy acoustic guitar strum, its charm lies in its simplicity. It could quite easily have been recorded in a shed on a chunky '80s tape recorder, with just a rationed packet of hob-nobs as inspiration and brain-fuel. Orlando Weeks' coy and vulnerable vocals, which sound like Ed Harcourt after a romantic weekend in Paris, are so endearing that you'll want to wrap him up in bubble wrap and stick him under your bed for safe-keeping. Unassuming and warm-hearted, 'Toothpaste Kisses' is a sheer delight.










