Tim: Fancy a wintry brass number to kick off the year?
Tom: I… I can’t turn that into a euphemism.
Tim: And there we go – it’s basically “look, it’s cold and empty out there, join me in here my my cabin” which is either dodgy and a bit cultish, the desperate pleading of a lonely man, or just a nice guy who wants to offer comfort and a warm drink, and then presumably get laid at some point in the near future.
Tom: You realise none of those are really good options, right?
Tim: I do, and yet I like it nonetheless – it’s fairly nice and gentle, but with that extra brass lurking around to give a slight party atmosphere to head off the interpretation of “come snuggle on my sofa, I’m very warm you know”.
Tom: And I don’t like it: it’s very possible to make brass sound good in a pop song, but this just seems a bit too strident and out-of-place. And even in a language I don’t understand, I can hear the telltale “sha-la-la-la” that means “I’ve run out of lyrics here”.
Tim: You know, I’ve never thought about sha-la-la-las like that before, and now i’m fairly sure you’ve ruined a lot of music for me. All in all, if this didn’t have a pre-chorus that makes me want to launch right into What Makes You Beautiful, I’d be really enjoying this track, cause innit lovely.
Tom: How did I not notice that? Now you’ve said it, that’s really obvious.