Daedelus links up with Michael Johnson for the kind of happy song/sad vocals mash down which Alfred Darlington learnt from listening to too much Brazilian music. This, however, is not bossa. Drawing on bits of Italian disco, twisted trance, French house and more than a smattering of early 80s English new romanticism its the kind of glorious, upliftingly sad number for which sweet indiscretions were invented. The epic nature of this song is sure to make this a Daedelus anthem