Expunge your woes with this fresh tonic of twangy-sunshine-psych.

You’ve just awoken from napping inside a flower, after reading Wendy Cope’s ‘The Orange’ for the first time. Colours smell sweet. Time is the petals. There is a puppy wearing bell bottoms. It offers you some pudding. Is this paradise? Or are you just listening to Hutch’s newest single, ‘The Bow?’

In the face of our ever-teetering mortal frailty and society’s insidiously gloomy enduring political deluges, Brighton based band Hutch airily reject the well-trodden path of disillusionment and choose instead to hone in on life’s elemental joys. Here they frolic to vivid pastures where the ‘The Bow’ exudes its lilting, nebulous glow, whipping up a joyous trifle oozing with light, sweet berries of Babe Rainbow, Australian soft psych influence. The resulting flavourcasts a beguiling mirage of boundless sunshine upon the south coast of England, reportedly the result of the group’s aiming for a mixture of Earth, Wind and Fire’s ‘Boogie Wonderland’ and The Beatles’ ‘Tomorrow Never Knows.’

Each constituent layer that anchors ‘The Bow’s light seems to glisten with masterful mellifluence; cascading harp and dewy guitar jangles surf atop waves of custardy-smooth bass; faintly audible reverberant crusts of subtle disco-hubbub elicit a warm sense of comfortable familiarity and distant jubilance; percussive chime-accoutrements enliven later soaring dynamic builds.

With these ingredients, Hutch leave misery firmly at the door, slapping some factor 50 on a time-honoured sound, and finessing it with a shimmering, infectious optimism.