At a pinch you could have imagined this shiver of wide-eyed, wide-pupilled kinder-folk being plucked out on guitars, with Kirsty Hawkshaw being contextually transformed into some wild, wildly annoying, forest sprite. That's the beautiful - and frightening - thing about dancefloor music: the way the simplicity, regularity and purity of its sounds allow you to surrender to music that you'd otherwise take as cloying or dumb or worse. Even I, not somebody who usually needs excuses to embrace the obvious, would have baulked at the suggestion that a shinehead imp singing about how it's "gonna be a fine night tonight" could be anything other than faux-Bjork gurgle.
But so it was and is: Hawkshaw's vocals (later used by Orbital to career-best effect on "Halcyon") are a fabulous fairytale coo, lilting atop a solid breakbeat dub backing. The effect is one of ravely reassurance - heard amidst the further-up, further-out frenzy of contemporary hardcore, "It's A Fine Day" sounds even more special, a precious lullaby for a sleepless generation.
Synchronicity flung this up in the latest Now poll - I still love it without reservation.
The first paragraph of this review is a long-winded way of saying that dance music is great at putting naff sounds in a better context. Not sure that even applies here: it's just a lovely song.
Second paragraph is better (give or take a stray "dub", erm) - where and when would "It's A Fine Day" have been played, though?