Lending the song a bevy of Future Island’s signature romance-imbued synth lines, there’s a dramatic sense of urgency in this new version of the buzzy, wuzz-filled original.
Slower and held to New Romantics-levels of introspection, it’s a lovely, turned down tour of the original’s vibrant, heavily textured stare-down of a jam. Instead of intensity, there’s a quieter, sweeter sort of smolder going on. And though it still features singer Sarah Barthel’s pained swoon, the main focus of this softer, hazy slow burner is woozy seduction rather than plead-drenched longing. A match made in synth-pop heaven.