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It's all there is the endlessly uplifting spiral of chords, which circle around and around until the song just pierces the upper atmosphere. It lacks the glassy Saint harmonies, sadly, but Taio's honeyed purr nearly makes up for it.

Trouble is, once you've made a musical connection in your head, it becomes hard to hear the new song without feeling a little let down that it isn't the old one. And 'Pure Shores' is such an astonishing tune that any attempt to piggyback on it can only end in diminishing returns.

And the more times you hear the new song, the more blatant and obvious the nods to the old one become, and if you're not careful, you can find yourself getting a bit heated about the whole thing. "Oh my God!", you inwardly mutter, "he's stolen the ENTIRE SONG, and those bubbly noises are just his way of telling us that he knows that we know! What a cheek! What sauce! The scoundrel!"

Well, you would possibly mutter something like that if we were in the '50s.

To sum up, then, boo! to the obvious song-theft, yay! to the singing. Which gives us a final mark of...

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CD Released: May 26th

(Fraser McAlpine)