You wouldn’t know this was sung by a skinny white bloke with an annoying habit of stooping while he sings; such is the devotion to Caribbean authenticity on show here.
It’s all a bit anodyne, of course, but jolly enough. One for the wedding reception, I feel, or early on during the office party to celebrate Team Goliath getting the Norris account. Simon will make pretend dreadlocks out of paper from the photocopier, Dawn will laugh so hard her Frascate will jet out of her nose and Mr. Gedley will tap his foot and allow his party hat to rest at a slightly jaunty angle. It all happens when the Nutini boy hits the deck, let me tell you.