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XTC – Grass (1986)

Swindon’s finest concoct a splendid ode to the woozy, sensual pleasures of an English summer. Opening with an irresistibly lush, Beatles-esque string arrangement, the song seduces and charm us as the lyrics sharply evoke a carefree youth by the riverbank misbehaving with the opposite sex; laughing, playing, fondling, drinking as if the days would never end hoping the sun gods embrace us into their heavenly bosoms for eternity whilst feigning ‘ shock’ at ‘the things we used to do on grass’.