We’ve been meaning to sing the praises of Othello Woolf since we saw him a while ago in a venue which was formerly a public toilet, filling in the blanks between white boy pop and blue eyed soul. He might look like the suave, smouldering and whippit-thin cover boy that broke a thousand hearts but behind the saintly curtains is the enigma of an off-kilter maverick who wants to do everything himself and in his own domain. ‘Stand’ is like the avant garde Club Tropicana with all of the lilting warmth and less of the sickly spandex.

Othello Woolf – Stand