Saturday, March 01, 2008

Single Reviews 03/03/08

Welcome, one and all, to this week’s Single Reviews on your ever-reliable and bile-heavy webfriend, The Sloppy Dog – a blog you can trust not to reveal the whereabouts of certain military royals. Actually, we've just decided, that’s going to be the tagline on our business cards…

Westlife unveil their first original material since the dawn of time with the gooey Us Against The World. Of course, when we say “original”, it refers not to the song’s groundbreaking, genre-defining ingenuity, merely the fact it’s not a housewives’ favourite rehashed for the sake of any mong willing to part with cash for such tripe. But what’s the use complaining? Westlife are an omnipresent part of life, much like bowel movements and GMTV.

Onto more positive affairs – namely our Single of the Week – and the much-appreciated return of We Are Scientists. Admittedly, it’d be easy to address the untouchable Nobody Move, Nobody Get Hurt, but the first-rate After Hours is a reasonable move on from its predecessor; melodious yet brawny, immediately catchy, and altogether a lot less darker. In short, it pwns.

Wheeling out wearisome rent-a-shouter Luciana for what feels like the tenth single in a month is supposed urban “sensation” Taio Cruz. Admittedly, her contribution to Come On Girl is kept to a minimum, thus only slightly tainting an otherwise passable electro-R&B dancefloor summoner. Let’s not get carried away, mind – this is unlikely to bother many an airwave, Zavvi till, or ear.

After making their debut on the back of Timbaland’s all-round-to-mine buddyfest, it was unclear where Onerepublic were going to go. However, Stop & Stare answers that question – Maroon 5. Mid-tempo radio rock, it’s easy enough to dismiss as inoffensive, yet carries a certain panache that warns they might just be worth getting excited about.

Finally, our recent review of Duffy gave us a chance to express disapproval at the mediawide fawning towards Adele, something we’re unlikely to bore of anytime soon. That in mind, Amy McDonald attests yet another artist far more worthy of praise than the puffed-up ‘n’ pasty aforementioned. Run is tuneful, compelling, just the right amount of Scottish, and an overall display of substantial flair.

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