Yes, its an homage, but its in a tradition of Indie hat-tipping that goes back to Weezer calling out Buddy Holly on The Blue Album.

Sheridan asks the listener to think about whatever it is that makes them feel good. We like the lazy guitar strumming, the ice-cream-soft voice, and the variated Hey Mickey drum beat.

Callum Pitt comes to us from Newcastle Upon Tyne, England, where he sits by the river and strums his guitar, whispering sweet nothings into the belly of the wind.

You put that British-sounding electric guitar against some strings and everyone will cry The Verve. But more, its got that command of something we are all trying to get to.

Jump is not just a reanimation of some golden era of genre synthesis, it feels like the voice at every house party. It is the first premise of youth, as stated by David Bowie so many years ago: we are immune to your consultations.

This is a snapshot, a production relic, a grab-and-go musical fast-food. And it is delicious.

It feels underground and high budget at the same time. This song is an urban anthem for the confusion of humanity.

You can hear The Lumineers and Imagine Dragons - the breaks always have oh-oh-oh and the melody flitters like a sparrow.