“This was the Newcastle outsider folk artist’s poppiest moment by far – and also, in a catalogue full of tender humanity, his most powerfully humane. He voices someone “struggling with anxiety”, who is freaked out by a tutting checkout girl and thinks a busker is using Wonderwall to swear at them. Racist violence is close at hand. But jogging – represented here by a rolling beat reminiscent of, appropriately, Kate Bush’s Running Up That Hill – keeps them going. The dogged, synth-laden climax is a triumphant affirmation of the human spirit through personal and social collapse.” – The Guardian.