Honestly time has proven to me that this latest Sam Fender album is on another level. Clearly his collaboration with The War On Drugs produced magic, but his songwriting and delivery blows me away. There's a lot more to him than ubiquitous radio staples like "Seventeen Going Under" and "People Watching".
The soft build and crescendo of "TV Dinner" is like nothing I've ever heard...
Hypothesize a hero's rise and teach them all to then despise
It is our way to make a king, romanticize how they begin
Fetishize their struggling, while all the while they're suffering
In every worming memory of what they truly are
The rigmarole, the tortured soul, the constant spin, the merry-go
Roundhouse-kick into the face, sheer loss of private space
The moths, the snakes, the tiny waist-coat tail riders suck the grace
And little color out my face, the cancer in a padlock case...