Tim: How about some chirpy whistling?
Tom: What is this, Bob Sinclar week?
Tim: We can call it that if you like, but it’d be slightly misleading.
Tom: Hmm. Okay, that’s not Bob Sinclair whistling. Is that an instrument or just a chorus of people? I can’t quite tell.
Tim: Huh – I’d assumed it was people, but now you mention it I suppose it might be. Whatever it is, it’s certainly a nice whistly bit.
Tom: Yes it is, but what about that chorus? When it broke out I almost cheered. It’s catchy, it’s happy, and it somehow manages to be joyous while still being all loud and distorted.
Tim: Great, isn’t it?
Tom: Yes, yes, yes. Shame about the verses and middle eight, really.
Tim: Little bit, yes – musically it’s up and down somewhat, but it’s the lyrics I think we should talk about. They might (all right, definitely should) lose some points for stating the bloody obvious*, but when it closes out with “and the whole wide world is whistling” it’s alright, because (a) the blatant lie sort of cancels out the earlier pointless truth and (b) it’s means the lovely whistling is coming back.
Tom: I don’t care that it’s stating the bloody obvious – it’s an affirmation of being alive, and it works well.
Tim: So, music: alright, lyrics: 50/50, whistling: top notch. One and two halves out of three, that’s a good score.
Tom: I’m fairly sure that adds up to “two”.
Tim: That’s good maths. Well done.