Tim: Finally from France, this one from last summer is properly French. Really – it’s got an accordion and everything.
Tim: Well, I say properly French, the lyrics are mostly English but still. ACCORDION.
Tom: Disco accordion! Easily overused outside the genre of Serbian turbo-folk, but it works here.
Tim: Anyway, I’m writing about it now I’m back and it’s actually not as good as I remember. But that video’s quite fun to watch, so there is at least that. I don’t blame him for giving up on that party after the third time, personally, especially since he could quite easily go back ten minutes rather than the full two hours back to the shop.
Tom: Frankly, if you’ve got that kind of time-resetting power and you’re using it for something as simple as that, you haven’t got nearly enough imagination. I was rather hoping that, in the last loop, the bottle would point at one of the men on the table and “COMPATIBILITY: PERFECT” would show up, but never mind.
Tim: HANG ON. Who the hell goes to a party in a club and takes a bottle of vodka with them? House party, sure, but a club? Oh, I don’t know. I suppose I should be happy that it’s not just a three minute advert for a particular brand of vo—OH WAIT IT IS. Sod this, I’m off.
Tom: There’s something rare: Tim getting angry about product placement before I’ve even had a chance to measure it.
Tim: No, I generally don’t like it, but sometimes without it true works of art just wouldn’t exist.
Tom: I know what that link is, and I’m not clicking it.
Tim: Oh, COME ON. They are AS ONE with the COUNTRYSIDE. They ride on SHINY TRACTORS. And they have HAPPY FRIESIANS.
Tom: GET OUT.