Tim: As far as I can tell, this duo doesn’t actually have anything to do with the girlband who represented us at Eurovision.
Tom: Good heavens, that’s an obscure reference. Well done.
Tim: They’re instead two indie pop folk who’ve teamed up to bring us this joy. I don’t want to spoil it, but don’t have this too loud if you’re in a public place.
Tim: Bold start there, and it plays out interestingly.
Tom: I honestly can’t tell whether that’s “love, you’re fucked” or “love your foot” as the first line.
Tim: Rather than a standard build up to the chorus, it almost builds down throughout the verses before coming storming back in with a PROPER BANGER of a chorus, at least, sort of.
Tom: Oh, I’m glad you qualified that.
Tim: I’m about to criticise it, but I want to say first: overall, this is great. Love it. HOWEVER, I think it’s a lot better on first listen than it comes across later, or at least if you pay attention and study it after a couple of listens it somewhat loses it. First time, you’re blown away by that chorus, you don’t notice that it calms down quite considerably after that first note, and doesn’t *quite* ever make it back up there, which it doesn’t, upsetting.
Tom: Imagine if you weren’t blown away by that first chorus. I mean, I don’t have to, but you might want to.
Tim: Now, as I said, though, I still think it’s great, lovely, and listening to it in the background it’s fantastic, because it’s still big. Just, never quite hits that sweet spot that it did the first time.
Tom: Yep, despite my cynicism, this isn’t a bad track. It’s just a bit anemic for me; it never hit that sweet spot.