I have heard this song a lot (in various re-mixes) and I liked it or rather it dug into me – same thing. Popular music is rarely Johnnie Cash though is it?
Apart from the obvious fact that I would rather puke on the Shroud of Turin and then neatly fold it than poke anything intimate into Mrs Russell Brand’s missus with my Nissan posidrive (thanks dad for the ‘drivers). The firework doesn’t quite take off does it? Then there’s the, “Moon, moon” dismal repetition (I know it mainly from covers) and the video isn’t cool. It simply looks like she set her tits on fire in Las Vegas. Well we’ve all done that so what is the point?
And quite simply it looks like her tits are on fire.
Perhaps that is “in” and I am just wrong and my desire to look like a homesick vampire with a desire for a coat that has a swish. Before we layer the guitars too much, of course.