Come on, let’s not waste our time.
It’d be almost too easy to just post ten of Luke Pritchard’s most clumsy, dull, patronising lyrics to justify this bad review (okay, here’s one: “I’ve been in sticky situations, I fell in love with a girl who likes girls”).
But it’s not just the words that hurt, it’s also the total genre clusterfuck that is an overblown mess of an album with loops and drum machines and bombastic backing vocals and disco guitar and acoustic crooning, none of which works particularly well together. The closer is like Ed Sheeran, but also like jazz? Come on, let’s not waste our time.