Powerpop Heaven — the kind of bliss that hits like a sugar
rush straight to the soul. The Jags don’t just cover this Cat Stevens classic;
they kidnap it, give it an energy drink, and launch it into orbit. The second
it starts, you’re bopping down the road like you’ve been personally chosen as
Earth’s Ambassador of Cool.
This song takes over your entire nervous system. If I’m
blasting it in the car, my head starts shaking so wildly that nearby drivers
probably start rehearsing their “I witnessed everything” statements for the
police. And honestly? I’ve never heard a version of this song that doesn’t
absolutely melt my brain in the best possible way.
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