They’re back and they’re being frightfully sniffy about Will and Gareth. Which is to be expected. Because the [a]Pet Shop Boys[/a]
are so superior to the common pop hoi-poloi that to be anything other than smugly arrogant would simply smack of false modesty. This is an extremely pleasant, mid-tempo electro-ballad.
Nowt special by [a]Pet Shop Boys[/a]
standards. But be warned. The beast has awoken. It has opened one beady eye and observed that, in its absence, the land of Pop has been colonised by deformed and malodorous pygmies. And now it yawns and stretches and smacks its blood-red lips…