"The best things come from nowhere."
...and when they do, how do you even start to comprehend them? How do you sum up the perfect-in-every-way feeling? Is it even possible to put into words the way one feels love? The all-consuming beauteousness of life's finest node. Is it even possible to ever come to terms with an emotion that has stumped the finest historical literary minds?
Of course, I'm the stupid emotional mess that walks along a street, telling myself that this discarded can of Coca Cola is just so poetic and burned-out camper-vans are poignantly moving in ways that no one else understands. When you're in love, the pointless little things become the most amazing, beautiful things you could ever imagine.
I'm the fool that can't believe I'd ever be cared about, that I'm cared about now, singing my heart out through kisses and gestures, loving through sparks and shining dragons. I can't even begin to explain that feeling deep inside when everything fits together like the most incredible puzzle imaginable, when the rain feels like droplets created by heaven, just to shower me in absolute joy.
Listening to 'Made Up Love Song #43', none of this even matters anymore. In fact, nothing else matters at all.
A softly glissading synthesiser throbs whilst singer Fyfe Dangerfield sings to me, mirroring my every thought. It's one of those melodies that you dream about being able to write and sing, but not even this can prepare you for the elegantly controlled ascent that builds and climbs and works its way into every single part of your being.
For a song that could resonate powerfully in a simpler guise, Guillemots' layering and texturing, rather than detracting from its intent, merely conspire to enthrall in an even more vital and life-affirming fashion. There is no way in which I can physically take anything away from this experience and like the subject in focus, love, this is utter, utter perfection in its purest and most wondrous form.
Hyperbole? You can only effectively apply that word to something that doesn't deserve it. The fact that 'Made Up Love Song' is the runaway single of the year is completely elementary; what needs to be understood is that this is the kind of sheer, unabashed glory that evokes an emotional response that can truly only be matched by love itself.
10Colin Roberts's Score