Nope, this isn't a cynical parody of Radiohead's recent music industry shake up, but another twee outpouring from the sugary than thou LIGHTSPEED CHAMPION.
It's clean, twee little number – kind of a cross between Gene and Ooberman. It's intention is to be uplifting, and it will surely have many people having pleasant little jigs in festival tents over the summer, but in reality it's bland in a way that only Magic Numbers could surpass. It has the sweet male-female refrain of the title that breaks up the verses, but it's hardly a chorus. It's too earnest throughout, and could have been produced by one of the many second-rate Britpop bands from the mid-nineties. It's very two-dimensional, however hard it tries not to be. Dev Hynes was so much more fun when he rocked.
Tell me what it's worth? Not a lot, to be honest.
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