You Made Me Like It
It soon becomes apparent – we’re talking about eight seconds in here – that ‘You Made Me Like It’ is an utterly ridiculous record, and that if 1990s made it with entirely straight faces then the quite astoundingly potent hallucinogens they are clearly on should be confiscated immediately. For all that, it’s an irresistible monolith of preening self-regarding vocals, second-hand glam-rock riffing and some of the worst ever lyrics about shagging – what’s all that stuff about traffic lights? If you shag according to the strictures of a changing sequence of coloured lights then
you’re going to be CRAP. Stupid, in a good way.