Sunny

The tempo sits at 122, comfortable, but the energy reading is a nine, and that's the trick of it. Everything on the surface is bright: F# major, a hook that opens like a curtain, drums that shuffle rather than slam. Danceability is near-total, so the groove does the persuading rather than force.

What stops it being merely pleasant is the mood sheet — happy and sad and something harder-edged all logged in the same breath. It reads as a smile with the jaw set. In a set this is a daytime or early-evening thing, a bridge between the slow warm-up and whatever follows; the sort of record that changes a room's temperature without announcing that it has.