Aww, bless. Patrick Wolf has fallen in love. The previous poster kid of indie despair has done a complete 180 and written one of the most romantic songs of the year. I love the way he wears his heart on his sleeve. The once almost tragic angel of melancholia has been completely replaced by a fearless optimist who has the kind of starry-eyed belief in the future only the young in love have, but none of us should ever lose. He has even named his new album after Lupercalia for God’s sakes, the ancient roman festival of health and fertility which is a predecessor to our Valentine’s Day. The City is a love song so shameless and so full of sunshine with its finger clicks and piano licks, you should have your SPF 15 handy before diving in to its pledges of eternal adulation. And if that does not leave you giddy with glee, try the re-mix. Euphoric and a fitting reminder to us all that love truly is a many splendored thing.