‘I won’t talk about it with friends […] / I won’t bring it up again’ the Galway singer-songwriter vocalises over a simple but solid drum beat, which drives some interesting – and unmistakably Regan – rhythmic choices during the chorus. The Regan that’s singing here is clearly a depleted one; one with a lack of self-confidence, one that’s given up trying to get her point across, and so opts for a deflated, deferential attitude – ‘Here you go, here you go’. It’s a sentiment that everyone can relate to, but one that seems more connected to a woman’s experience in life; constantly being spoken over, and not having her words listened to. The lyrical content of the track only pushes forward the familiarity and nostalgia of Belly’s sonics, and these are two areas of Regan’s music that seem inseparable. She’s the sort of musician who immediately assures you that they know what they’re doing, and her work only acts as surefire proof of this. And Belly is no different.