I’m not entirely sure which stage of my life I associate this song with or what exactly I connect to it—but it belongs here nonetheless. It grabs me every time.

Maybe it has something to do with Adam Thompson’s charming accent. Or maybe because, as a child, I grew up imagining that one day I’d be able to fly around with a jetpack myself, and ever since then I’ve always felt a bit cheated. Or perhaps it’s just a damn good song.

Sometimes, I need “These Four Walls” when I want to break out of these very walls myself. And “It’s thunder…” is the first choice when things are getting serious. Chances are that, after that escalation, my vocal cords will file a complaint.