The observant amongst you may notice I’ve skipped a digit. There’s just nothing good to cover on 3. White people covering hip hop is played out, so no White Lines, and the Postal Service have done better than I ever could in covering Phil Collins. In it’s place, here they are.
So, onto Now 4, and a song I pretended to like ironically for years, before giving in, and accepting that it’s just brilliant. The video, too, is a work of genius.