Tom: “Basin”, “Face in”, “Racing”, and “Taste it”. We start with a quadruple rhyme that feels like the musical equivalent of smashing your funnybone against a door. It doesn’t bode well.
Tim: When it’s like that, who cares what it bodes?
Tom: The production’s good, the vocals are competent, and that final chorus is just beautiful. But the lyrics are clunky and childish, and what’s with that bizarre high-pitched “ba-baby”?
Tim: No. NO. You don’t get to write it like that. Because you’re making it seem that those lyrics and the (admittedly potentially irritating) “ba-baby” knock out the wonderfulness of the chorus and the lovely vocals, when they really don’t. The singing, the tune is brilliant, and dodgy lyrics aren’t anywhere near enough to spoil them.
Tom: It plods. It plods in a very gentle and graceful manner… but it still plods.
Tim: It absolutely does not. It’s lovely.