Tom: “B3ta”? Really? He knows that’s a bit taken, right?
Tim: Well, you’d think so, but apparently not. Or just doesn’t care. Anyway, whatever he’s calling himself, him and the rest have done this, some more Swedish dancepop for, though heavier on the dance and lighter on the pop than yesterday, so feel free to TURN IT UP LOUD, as it were.
Tom: You know how lately I’ve been down on a few average-sounding tracks, waiting for something a bit bigger and better? THIS. THIS IS WHAT I’VE BEEN WAITING FOR.
Tim: EXCELLENT. Because “oh, haven’t we had enough piano dance yet?” went my thoughts, until the piano faded away and was almost entirely drowned by everything else in a quite wonderful manner.
Tom: I couldn’t agree more. This is the first time in a while that a chorus has lived up to the promise of the euphoric build before it. I want to dance to this, Tim. It’s amazing.
Tim: There’s not a lot to say about this, really, aside from: LOUD, GREAT, and, if you’re paying attention to the lyrics, just imagine he’s American and ordering you to forget your old tomato. Go on, try it.
Tom: Oh… oh, damn it, Tim. I was really enjoying this.
Tim: HAHAHAHAHAHAAAA YOU’RE WELCOME.