Now, here‘s a real surprise! This standout cut will have you think that the Followill boys took a dip in a hot tub time machine and raided the Brill Building’s vault of an unrecorded Carole King or Paul Anka gem. Or maybe even earlier - it’s got an unmistakable Everly Brothers vibe, too, with a pinch of doo-wop thrown in for good measure.
Simply delightful from the word go, this grunged-up nod to early late ‘50s/early ‘60s pop is loaded with Wall Of Sound backing vocals and a Wrecking Crew instrumental attack that would make Phil Spector green with envy.
Matthew uncorks a corker of a scratchy guitar solo, but it’s Caleb who commands the spotlight. With a lump in his throat and an ache in his chest, he pleads eternal love to Mary - if she’s real, she’ll be sobbing in her pillow - in this modern-day teenage symphony to God.