There comes an age when you realise that you’re never going to realise your childhood dreams. For anyone who’s grown up on a council estate, where the love of sports if bludgeoned into you to the point where you are having to watch division 3 football matches out of fear of someone at school calling you gay if you don’t, that usually comes at about the age of 22. You have failed: there are people playing at the World Cup who are thinner, faster, better and – crucially – younger than you. The synthetic shirts only make you look old and fat, now.
Sports Stars sound like they’ve already gone through that depressing realisation, and come through the other side listening to Former Ghosts and 90’s piano based pop music. A heady mix, the musical equivalent of an underpowered, overpriced cocktail at an upmarket bar , possibly. But even though you know you should hate it, the sickly sweet, 2.5% blend draws you back for more, and this beguiling EP does nothing if not slake that thirst you’ve had for weird, vocal lead ditties.