Mark Brown
So this song was made famous by a Lloyds TSB advert I hear? Well maybe this pile of boring trancey trollop should stay on adverts regarding mortgages and second rate loans, because music has no room left for more attempted DJ “geniuses”, we are over crowded enough as it is.
Repetitive and irritating noises creep like twilight through this high pitched squeak of the incessant ramblings from a woman who is clearly wearing a tight silver cat suit as she prances through the sweaty and shirtless bodies of an Ibiza club crowd, moaning for more garbage as their arms make box shapes and the ecstasy takes over.
About as profound as a speech from Mr Blair, I can honestly say this is one of the worst records I have hear this year, unless you dabble in the likes of Mr Judge Jules, then you’ll bloody love it!