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Taken from the single What The Housewives Don't Tell You

David Shah - Vocals
Alex Potterill - Keyboards
Rob Britton - Guitars
Jon Bacon - Bass
Steve Brummell - Drums

lyrics

do you remember us
on that minibus
with me staring at your feet?
and even judging by your footwear
i knew we had to meet

so it’s a crying shame that in the mating game
i have the prowess of a fool
when we got to the farm
i should have turned on the charm
but instead i played it cool

are you with or without her?
you’d be so much happier with me
if you’re available
i’m unrestrainable
can’t you see?

i want your close-cropped hair
i want your pale blue eyes
and i want your soft hands
and your handsome thighs
i want your gormless grin
your regional accent
and i want your cracked lips
and i want your snake hips
and i want it right now
and i might even
and i might even tell you

now my days are filled with ways
in which our paths might cross
i’ve never been down
to your part of town
as much as i have this week

are you with or without me?
you’d be so much happier without
are you available?
you see, i’m uncontainable
can’t you see?

i want your peachy skin
and i want it now
i want your well-groomed nails
and your tended brow
i’d let your supple arms
drape across my frame
i want the things you’ve got
i think you feel the same
i’d let your three-day stubble
tear across my cheek
i want to hold your hand
until some time next week
i want your winning ways
and your ample chest
i want the bits on display
and i want the rest

credits

from A Secret Public - b​-​sides & rarities 2001​-​2006, track released September 6, 2004
Close-Cropped review

"A dull, dragging Thursday afternoon is suddenly enlivened by the unexpected arrival of a small, square, white package. Contained therein is a single by the lovely luxembourg, London pop noir quintet and part of the burgeoning New Cross/Angular Record scene. Oh joy! Suddenly the sky is a cloudless blue, the birds are twittering, and the sun beams down beneficently. Ok, so I'm actually in the office, but a little artistic licence doesn't hurt does it? The CD is in the player quicker than you can say "Jack Ro"!

The opening 5 seconds of Close-cropped are rather punky, rapidly giving way to the amusing jauntiness of David Shah's lustings; "I want your cracked lips, and I want your snake hips", "I'd let your three-day stubble tear across my cheek, I want to hold your hand until some time next week". It gambols along like a spring lamb,

Shah's voice as rich, smooth and inviting as a tub of Haagen-Dazs Toffee Creme, keyboards veering between Casio-pop and Star Wars, with the merest downbeat tinge of regret in the closing moments. Of course it's fantastic, and, but for the want of a record deal, has "HIT" writ large all over it.

Close-cropped is juxtaposed with the mellow melancholia of Mishandled, "first you give me a thrill, then you make me feel ill". A haunting, swirly-synthed gem, luxembourg are seemingly incapable of writing songs that are anything other than perfect."

Graham Slee, Soudsxp

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luxembourg London, UK

Luxembourg are a British five-piece indie band, formed in London in 2001. Most often compared to artists like Pulp, The Smiths, Suede and Roxy Music, they have been described as "pop noir".

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