Tim: Throughout the first verse of this, I felt it might take a horrible twee, chirpy, Hey Soul Sister line throughout.
Tom: That’s what it reminded me of! Yep, it sounds like it’s going to be a by-the-numbers Train song.
Tim: Fortunately, it doesn’t.
Tom: Oh, good grief, that’s not a foot-tapping song, that’s an irritating rock-side-to-side song. It’s still bloody twee.
Tim: Well, not at much as I first thought, at least. Yes, he’s a bit annoying with his irritating “yeah, I’m a great guy” smirk every time he looks at the camera, and the lyrics could do with a slight improvement – just for starters, who the hell chooses, for a hypothetical relationship, a sweet spot as being underneath a carpark?
Tom: I really hope that’s the kind of lyric that’s based on a real life event, rather than just his own brain.
Tim: So do I, because if it’s the latter than he could choose to imagine any place in the world, and he goes with “Look, love, down here – I know it’s got the whole sewer vibe going on, but there aren’t too many turds floating around right now.”
Tom: Classy, Tim. Classy.
Tim: Hey, it’s his words, not mine. BUT. Because yes, there’s a BUT, and it’s a big BUT, and you can probably guess what it’ll be. That’s an amazing chorus – bounce in your chair, hands clapping above your head, joining in with all the oh-oh-oh-ing in – and that on its own is entirely enough to redeem it.
Tom: And that’s where I disagree: it’s just too twee. It’s definitely catchy, it’s designed to hit every “this is nice” note. If I listen to this song more than a couple of times I’d probably end up quietly singing that chorus to myself — and then I’d realise, and hate it, and myself.
Tim: I had it going round in my head last night when I was trying to sleep. For a good hour or so. Fairly sure I know how you feel.