
I went to party a few weeks ago, and though the party was really fun, I came up a bit late when everyone was dancing along to this song (there were loads of those "Chap" guys about). It would have never occurred to me to play this at a party, but it was fun because no-one realized how many of the words they knew. Still, in this unforgiving and uncelebratory light, I’ve got to work far too hard to like this affected, po-faced Bobby Vian-referencing shite. Gin Soaked Boy is tune though. Oh, and some hardstyle’s come on my iTunes, so I’m happy.
National Express by The Divine Comedy
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