My Finest Hour by The Sundays
This is the best track off an album that is, from beginning to end, an amazingly good album. With its swirling guitars, angelic vocals and totally British lyrics, it’ll make you wish you were deathly pale, sexually confused and on the dole. When the Cranberries dropped their first album at the same time The Sundays dropped their second album, The Cranberries got the career I always felt The Sundays deserved. Granted the rest of The Sundays’ catalog is less flawless than Reading, Writing and Arithmetic, that’s OK because they’ll always have one perfect debut album.
We are who we are, whatever the others say:
Live:
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