Having found the whole mockney uprising of the past couple of years a fairly grotesque exercise in smug pop, receiving the new Jack Penate single is perhaps not the treat it is for those who send his songs soaring up the charts.
This is not as bad as other Penate songs I have encountered. Admittedly his earnest singing style still grates, but the disco element to this is new and kind of catchy. It’s a fairly funky indie-pop number and I can see the appeal, even if I can’t appreciate it so much. Some of the smugness seems to have dissipated, and there isn’t any quirkiness to the lyrics. It’s a good enough indie pop song, even if I’m never going to like it. It outstays its welcome by one chorus, but until then it was inoffensive.
I can see the radio going mental over this, and it could probably make the token indie track on the next Now That’s What I Call Music compilation.
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