Geoffrey O’Connor puts Limahl to shame with this soft focus wash of synthetic drumbeats and glowing electric piano notes. There is a synth panpipe in there too, which takes the song to untouchable heights of ’80s pop fantasy. I do appreciate the dedication with which this dyed-in-the-wool Melbourne hipster approaches his very narrow aesthetic, but I find it more amusing than affecting. Maybe that’s the point, who knows what hipsters mean. Hipsters don’t even know what hipsters mean.
Geoffrey O’Connor : Proud
