Friday, November 05, 2010

Single Reviews 04/11/10

Happy Bonfire Night, you lot. Now, much as we hate discovering spoilers on the internet (in fact, we’re still reeling from some True Blood shockers – serves us right for reading cunting Digital Spy), we can exclusively reveal tonight’s firework action will comprise a large number of cold people alternating between “ooh” and “aah”, with the occasional sore neck. So stay in and read the Single Reviews instead.

Poor ol’ Shayne Ward hasn’t had the easiest of times, has he? Always left in the boarding kennels whilst Cowell jets off to sunnier climes with his flavour of the month, despite actually being the second-best X Factor champion to date. Perhaps Gotta Be Somebody might break the curse – sure, it’s a foolishly-selected Nickelback cover, but he’s succeeding in making it sound nothing like Nickelback. It’ll be interesting to see how this one pans out.

Pink fanfares her upcoming Greatest Hits album with the self-proclaimed underdog’s anthem Raise Your Glass. In spite of a memorable chorus, a nice message and a fun dose of self-deprecation, it’s not one of her best, but let’s not forget that while the planet coos over a fancy dress tranny and head-shaving Southern-belle-turned-trailer-park-loon, Pink is consistent, inimitable and hugely talented. This, people of the world, is how to be a popstar.

The imposing, epic splendour of Chemistry provides the mighty One Night Only with their second Single of the Week in a row. Perhaps even more so than Say You Don’t Want It, Chemistry clearly demonstrates their substantial growth as a band between albums #1 and #2. And while their profile and increasing forays into the fashion and showbiz pages may suggest they’re merely a step up from The Wanted, their output easily indicates otherwise.

And in keeping with last week’s theme of random hook-ups, the trend continues with an ailing guitar boyband and a wearisome, one-trick electro-spaz. And yet, against all odds, it actually works. Sort of. Shine A Light sees the unanticipated pairing of McFly and Taio Cruz produce a mid-tempo quasi-ballad that drifts back towards the McFly people actually gave a shit about. (Rather poetically, it still fails to induce any kind of giving-of-a-shit about Taio Cruz.)

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