Christ, don't these fucking broadsheet hacks give over banging on about 'how it ain't what it used to be in my day' and 'it was all fields round here me lad'?
For a moment, I thought I was having a Coldplay moment, covertly appreciating the bombastic production and lack of lyrical subtlety that characterises Polly Scattergood's debut album.
If you’re a photographer or illustrator (or other) and you see your work up here, unfairly uncredited – please contact me so I can either credit it, or take it down forthwith. I have tried to source public domain images, but it can be quite tricky.