Curse you, Vic Reeves, you and your singing in the club style. Not because you’ve affected my very deep Tindersticks love (it’s gone too far and for too long to be sideswiped by anything so trivial; so much so that it needs a dedicated post of its own sometime), but just because every now and then I can’t quite help flitting from Stuart Staples’ awesome gravelly moan to your ridiculous Paul Shane tribute act.
Allow me to illustrate with a simple diagram:
Which way does the cube face? Is it Staples or Shane?
I’m only half joking, of course. Maximum: half. Still, compare and contrast: