I immediately loved the vibe of Happy Hour. The Housemartins and later The Beautiful South had a knack of producing great melodies which underpinned some very challenging lyrics. This one is a full frontal on sexism, describing the antics of lads on a night out with the boss, ‘… and they tell me that women grow on trees / and if you catch them right they will land upon their knees…’
In a piece of totally gratuitous name dropping, did you know that I was once within a couple of feet of Paul Heaton, at Anfield in Euro 96 during the Italy vs Czech Republic game. He was reaching across us to get Marcello Lippi’s autograph. Anyway, enough of that, how about the video?