We’re so tired that we could cry. Or so we just told our special ladyfriend – and now you lot, we guess. We really don’t understand it. We went away this week. Did the whole escape the Big Smoke thing, into the loving – albeit slightly confused, based on one of those world-famous miscommunication thingies – and welcoming arms of Champney’s for a full day and night of forced-relaxation activity (although we did skulk off to KFC at one point. It was The Finn’s idea, and that’s just one of the plethora of reasons why we are completely in love) that also required us to relinquish our phone for at least a sizable chunk of that timeframe, so you see what we mean by forced. Or at least enforced. Anyway, we left on the Sunday pretty fucking relaxed. That all goes to shit within 24 hours, innit? One day at the office = one trip to Champney’s to bring balance to this life that quite frankly seems to be spiraling out of control. In the same month we’ve ended up on a Board of Directors with peers that we have not only looked up to but also studied in a semi-vocational kinda way for nearly 15 years; and miraculously landed a journo gig that we pretty much would have killed for when we were music editor of the world famous Cub Magazine (or the official monthly newspaper for students of Queen Mary, University of London to the rest of the world). It’s a bit much and we have found ourselves rather overwhelmed with, well, everything lately. Maybe that’s why we’re exhausted more than we’ve ever cared to notice ever before. We have also found ourselves inadvertently listening to Whitney Houston‘s I Wanna Dance With Somebody – at least four times in the last few days, and not through our own direct efforts – which we suppose also lends itself nicely to bringing up current Track Of The Day people World Radio. The name reminds us of a certain band we used to work with who blame us for everything bad that has ever happened, which we suppose it usually how the proverbial cookie crumbles. But we are highly emotional at this point, so let’s not let our mind wander to much into such non-consequential things. Here’s what we know. World Radio are an ungoogleable band, probably a duo if the above picture is anything to go by, from Manchester. Manchester is also where The 1975 claim to be from, and again we will stop ourselves from delving into shit that no one really cares about; that is more to say that it would be rather convenient to use one band that sound similar-ish-esque from roughly the same geographical area (ish/esque etc) to allude to where these guys are going. But, like, fuck that. We’re getting whiffies of Prince doing George Michael, and we’re also neatly reminded of a band that played one of our many, many, many clubnights once upon a time that we really liked (but were subsequently blanked by when we tried to relay our aforementioned appreciation the same evening) called The Levity.