A shudderingly revolting song
This song revolts me to the very marrow of my bones. Lyrically, it resembles the auto-tuned thought process of a city boy in a strip club. Musically, it sounds like £50 notes falling carelessly out of speakers. It is as sexy as a hen-partier flashing her clunge from the window of a tacky pink limousine as it trundles down some provincial high street on a Wednesday night. I listen to it, and I shudder.