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You can practically hear the seagulls, smell the vinegar and taste the salty sea air as wistful vocals, alternating between tender croon and heartfelt falsetto, deliver a paean to an uncertain love against a seaside scene. Shimmering guitars back it up throughout, lackadaisical strums teasing out a languid groove. Direct and heartfelt, Honey Moon shoot straight down the ballad barrel. The recording is intentionally clean and simple – no flashy production tricks, no crazy effects, just one single unadulterated slice of dream pop. One for the lovers. Honey Moon have a knack for capturing this aesthetic with ease. It’s escapist croon-pop looking back at 50s/60s doo-wop and the birth of Pop in Britain and America with rose tinted glasses. Whether or not the innocence of these ‘simpler times’ truly existed is beside the point, the idealised memory is enough to run counter to the modern-day problems facing this generation. In this vein, there’s no lofty message nailed on through their music, merely the reclamation of ‘the love song’ – technically proficient and lovingly toiled.