From Nathan’s opening snare roll, this is an affecting head-turner, with a snappy tempo and an arpeggiated guitar pattern that would suggest the Followills have a few Style Council albums in their collections. (And maybe throw some Jam in there, too - Jared’s simple yet potent bass licks have a decidedly Foxtonian punch.)

Jazzy guitars and light, breezy drumming are in bold contrast to Caleb’s pensive vocals, as he ruminates on loves gone by.

Despite its title, this is no Beach Boys fun, fun, fun in the sun romp; in fact, it’s a shape-shifter: In the ride-out, Nathan swings briskly on the ride cymbal (accentuated by an overdubbed tambourine), but the mood turns increasingly dark, leaving one with the sad image of Caleb, alone in the attic, staring longingly at books of faded photographs.