This is a song about the Clinton-Lewinsky thing and so it's crammed with sly political jabs and clever, cutesy wordplay ("Another Cuban cigar crisis...") but it's also quite shiveringly beautiful and one of the most out-and-out romantic things I've ever heard.
Musically, it meanders around a sweet, lilting trumpet before lifting off into that gorgeous, swooning, swimming-in-chocolate-milk chorus.
I like things that shouldn't work in theory but somehow mesh in reality. Beauty blossoming out of defying logic. It's the way singer Gruff Rhys mutes his usual (wonderful) snarling Welshness into something soft and swelling. "When we met", he croons. "There were fireworks in the sky/Sparkling like dragonflies/Spelling 'All bad folk must die!'" Equally silly and poetic.
I also like to think it's more generally inspired by some kind of illicit passion - something fleeting and forbidden. I love the idea that the heat of a stolen moment could be so impenetrably shielded; bullet-proofed from the leaden mundanity of prying eyes ("We belong in the Presidential Suite/Armed guards in the street...")
[MP3] Super Furry Animals - Presidential Suite
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