Tom: Never mind yesterday’s slow-to-kick-in pop: this starts as it means to go on.
Tom: Side note: am I the only one that’s surprised there aren’t any Saturdays splits or side projects yet? One of them’s got to be the Robbie, surely.
Tim: I’ll go out on a limb: yes, you are. They’ve been together for five years, and Girls Aloud went for seven years without stopping, Westlife for twelve. Even Take That held it together for six years, so even assuming there’s a rule it’s still early days.
Tom: Really? Wow. I stand corrected. Anyway, another side note: there’s no need for a music video to be letterboxed this much. It doesn’t look like a movie. It looks like the viewer’s constantly squinting.
Tim: There, I will agree.
Tom: The reason that I’m going off on side notes, by the way, is that I can’t think of anything interesting to say about the song. I’m not even sure what it’s about. It’s like someone played the Slot Machine of Pop and it churned out a random mishmash of the last few Saturdays tracks.
Tim: I got a similar feeling – more specifically, that I didn’t really care what the lyrics were, nor was I meant to care. As long as I hear the music and dance, that is enough for The Man.
Tom: It’s just… generic.
Tim: And that is enough. It seems.