Like Sea and Cake rolled in a Belle and Sebastian jelly roll…All the Pleasures of the World might be mistaken for a sunny album title if the irony wasn’t so immediately apparent. If Crayon Fields were fist-pumping hedonists, drinking deep and smashing vases as they ate goat’s cheese and enjoyed sex with multiple partners on marble-tiled balconies—then we might believe the title expressed some deeply-held ethos of animalistic indulgence. But for a band like the Crayon Fields, who catalogue the many pitfalls, intoxications and woes of love for the modern, mortal, civilised gentleman, such “pleasures” are often stymied, out of reach or merely utopian.