Tim: Imagine yourself a nice pot of strawberry jam. It’s sitting there on the table, but then suddenly it starts moving.
Tom: What?
Tim: This track plays, and the motion becomes vibrant – the jar’s all over the place. Lights flash, smoke machines get going, lasers all over the place, you know the type. Got that? Good, because this song doesn’t have a video yet but that is totally what it ought to be like.
Tom: Well, with an introduction like that, I’m expecting great things.
Tom: …oh.
Tim: Yeah – if it did have that video, this song might be a bit more interesting. Actually, that sentence implies I don’t really like this, but I do, and did from the very first notes. The sudden speed-talking in the chorus comes as a surprise after the gentle crooning of the verses, and not a bad one at all.
Tom: It’s not bad, I’ll grant you, but it’s hardly going to set the dancefloor on fire.
Tim: Occasionally I get the feeling it’s going on a bit too long, but it generally comes back and sorts itself out, even if it is just with that chorus, which seems to carry a message of ‘hurry up, come along, don’t dawdle, what are you doing back there, if you don’t hurry up you’ll be sent to bed without any tea.’ And you know what? If I’d had this fifteen years ago, I might not have been so hungry on family trips to the Lake District.
Tom: I feel like I should be applauding you in some kind of group-therapy session now.