Both songs here start off promisingly enough in a New Order/ Cure type of way before swerving dramatically into Savage Garden-ny chick flick closing credit nonsense within about 1.25 seconds. It ‘s dancing in a pink bedroom with a hairbrush (er…so I’m told) tripe. Think US college film as everything comes together - the geek’s got his girl, the jock’s realised the error of his wedgying ways and speccy ginger lass has blossomed into a raging prom queen, the camera smoothly spinning up into the sky, all is well. That’s what this single’s like. Rubbish.
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