Just... just stop it with your fourth singles off the album, will you?
Enough already with the charming vignettes of modern life. One of
those records made by people who describe themselves as being in ‘pop groups’ but are seemingly completely unaware of any accidental joy in, or fun to be had accidentally from the medium, this is about ‘becoming’ in front of the microphone. And bloody hell is it not one kitschy, tiara-ed, Martini-chugging, ironic, scaly old ’80s night, absolute arsehole of a tune as Cerys and the dobbins go out low-key clubbing. Just… just stop it with your fourth singles off the album, will you?