I'm as supportive of this as M&S briefs are to the ol' meat and two...
When an artist/band has a name that can either be used as an appraisal of quality, or as a descriptive, or can be punned to within an inch of its life, it's pretty much open season for music hacks. I mean think about Cheap Trick, Nirvana, Fucked Up, Clash, Oasis, Testament, Exodus; it's just all too easy, eh?
I bet somewhere there's a resoundingly negative review of the first Garbage album that is only eight words long...it reads "Does exactly what it says on the tin". I bet somewhere there's a preposterous review of Extreme's 'Pornograffitti' that reads "Extreme by name, extreme by nature". And I guarantee that somewhere there's a review of Chris Rea's 'The Road to Hell' that reads "For the majority of this album's 50 minute running time, you'll not only feel that you're on said road, but that Chris himself is with you and boring you to violence by talking out of his own surname." Okay, maybe that last one doesn't quite work, but you get my point.
Therefore, it's a shame that this single is so dreadful, because it means that I will have to yield to the forces of both temptation and expectation and state simply that this single is, well, pants. It's absolute bloody rubbish.
James Pants would like you to think this track is an achingly post-modern electronic electro-clash work of genius that's got weird samples, a funky bass-line and deviously cerebral lyrics. 'We're Through' is 3:36 of Pro-Tooled barefaced jerk-off nonsense that's about as funky as Chris Martin's sock drawer, and has got a vocal that sounds like it's been contributed by flu-blocked and drunken Richard Burton.
'We're Through' by James Pants. I mean come on; that just says it all.