"Very Wary’s ennui is, indeed, palpable, and the simple interplay between the lazily plucked instruments and sleepy observations of sweet love is delicious. It’s a brazenly lovely song. They aren’t worrying about their importance, or their time or place, and are instead bent on – get this – writing a nice song. I realise I’ve undersold Mondrian. I’m sorry. Very Wary is genuinely soporific in its tenderness, and I think I’ve partly dozed off. Mondrian manage to make songs that are simple, beguiling and displaying a Gallic lubriciousness that will charm your pants off and tuck you into bed."
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