In their tilt for rotation on “tha jays”, WA’s Rainy Day Women have crafted not so much a song but an amalgamation of tropes that define the youth broadcaster’s current local playlist. There are a few promising ideas trying to reach their way to the surface, but they’re anchored by an unengaging falsetto, a kinda Strokes-like shoehorned breakdown, and a fucking whistling solo. History has produced a lot of great songs called Runaway. This isn’t one of them.
Rainy Day Women : Runaway
