It relates to the reemergence of sliiiiick 80s pop music. Go on and laugh, but it’s coming back, I tell you.
I suppose we never really moved on from those enjoyably facile days, and pop music never will. And I can kind of live with that.
None of the above is trying to imply that Prides are a soulless Jonny-Hates-Jazz-type bunch: they’re not. But their sound is, well, slick.
Out of the Blue‘s definitive feature is the vast, bludgeoning synth and an agonisingly catchy keyboard noodle: it’ll wedge itself in your brain, and powers the whole song; it’s the point.
It’s as 1980s Pop as you could dream of in that regard. In other ways it’s very now: sincere, ‘dark’-but-not-too-dark, very aware of the past, but not dallying too long in it – but here’s a song that dips back and forth with ease.