Bluesy, mellow, warm and delicious, ‘Feet on the Ceiling’ is a sexy telling of a carefree, mildly sadomasochistic affair (just a little light hair-pulling, nothing more). A couple waltz down the street into bed, golden air and light falling on them through the window. Perfect moments revel in their clichéd roots, selfishly indulging in the moment before walking away, suitcase in hand. Also, and rather importantly, this classically trained singer can’t half play her guitar.
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