Tim: The latest single from Donkeyboy, the band who is to Joe McElderry what The Zutons are to Amy Winehouse.
Tom: Oh. Oh, wow. That’s… simultaneously very true and very harsh.
Tom: We’ve had our share of videos showing off London recently, haven’t we? Generally in blurry slow motion, but still. Also, who uses payphones any more?
Tim: Off the top of my head: Maroon 5, and, erm, well, these guys, I guess. Now, I like this track a lot.
Tom: Really? It seems like the kind of thing you’d dismiss.
Tim: You think?
Tom: That odd, disconnected intro keeps returning like a bad smell, and the female hook leaves me cold. Yes, the final chorus isn’t all that bad, but then there’s one last “om” sound to pull you out of the magic. What on earth do you like?
Tim: Actually, pretty much everything about it. A lot of somewhat disparate parts, but all, well, hmm. Here’s the thing: I’ve listened to this about six times now whilst writing this review, and I can’t really put into words what it is that I like so much about it. It just, works, really. Really, really well. And I want to keep listening to it. So, I will.
Tom: To each their own.