'The hottest night of the year; I'm in a sweltering club and I want to cry with sheer joy. I wouldn't trade right now for anything. I'd forgotten pop could be this glorious, this fucking special, this...moving.
Fin's songs scoop you up and let you flow 'til you glimpse that little bit of heaven. Each one a golden moment; a gorgeous, perfectly constructed reason for breathing a bit longer'. MELODY MAKER