Anything from before we are born is ancient history and doesn't have have the same level of reality that something we remember has. I was born 26 years after the end of the second world war; both it and it's aftermath were always only history to me, but it is nearly 20 years since I was 26. I was born closer to the war than my kids were to me. None of which means anything, but it sort of puts time into a personal perspective. One of the things about getting older is you get a bit behind the times. So I give that as the explanation for my discovery of Monkey Swallows the Universe nearly ten years after their first album and many years after they split.

This is a sing-a-long sort of song, so it is foot-tappingly immediate in its appeal. Here it serves the dual purpose of nostalgia for me and introducing you (maybe) to the music of Nat Johnson. The sleeve notes say that it is "dedicated to everyone who has lived in, loved and left Sheffield", which most definitely includes me.