All over radio, blaring out of T*p Sh*p, sound-tracking teenage snogs from John O’Groats to Life’s End, this is it, a genuine bona fide pop hit. WHOOOP. So, time to pick a side– either an unbelievably depressing indictment of the toothless nature of modern indie or just a straight up catchy classic. To be fair, it really is fucking catchy, and if you’ve ever stomached Calvin Harris (and I’m not saying you have, OK) then there’s no reason not to like this. Cards on the table, I kinda like it. Can’t wait to hear -insert former grime artist trying to claw out an unlikely pop career- on the remix.
