Tim: Infinity had a few hits in Norway in the glory Eurodance days of the late 1990s; now they’re back with this. Advance warning: there is a part of this – specifically, the second half of the first verse – that you won’t like. But PUSH THROUGH IT.
Tom: Actually, all that pretty much works for me. I don’t know why: I normally can’t deal with something so endlessly upbeat.
Tim: And oh, that chorus is just so… pleasant. It’s genuinely lovely. It’s the musical version of a cute little puppy, who everybody loves and can’t possibly not love.
Tom: Careful, Tim, that nearly tripped me over into cynicism. Believe me, it’s possible to not love a puppy.
Tim: Well, if you’re a monster, but the metaphor continues. Perhaps it could be described as a bit too saccharine, with a slight Raining Sunshine vibe, but then it goes and does a big poo, which in this metaphor represents the guy with his autotuned singing.
Tom: That’s a terrible metaphor, particularly because I actually think it works.
Tim: Really?
Tom: I don’t mind autotune as a good stylistic choice, or subtly used to fix things: it’s where it just suddenly creeps into otherwise-natural vocals that it bugs me.
Tim: Hmm, fair enough. But the rest of it – well, it’s rainbow skies. Happiness, and loveliness, and all the positive -inesses that there are, really. Just…all the niceness.
Tom: I’m so close to cynicism. So close.