
Boys, boys, boys… can’t we get past this? When will you learn? Quick recap:
1) Admitting (twice!) that you want your long-standing, tortured girlfriend gone just so you can sleep with a teenage blonde? Cringe-worthy. Really. And I’m not just saying that as a former teenage blonde.
2) Making vaguely abusive, junior-high locker-room style remarks to service people? A banana? You can’t be serious. Please tell me you’re not serious.
3) Sibling rivalry going physical? Newsflash: this has only been remotely charming in the past 10 years if your last name is Gallagher.
4) Picking up cheap ladies in hotel bars? Oooh… an angel? Or a devil? How risqué!
5) You’re making fun of scenester trash? Pot, kettle. I’m so sure that you would pay top dollar for back issues of Vice (as if you needed them).
I know what you’re trying to do. Layering it over rather danceable (we’re talking hip-swivel-potential, not mere head-nod-inducing – that stuff that the kids are liking these days) guitars and beats: you think we won’t pay attention and just jump up and down? Not quite. We’re not as dumb as we look.
And tossing in a pleasant power-pop tune about alcohol-soaked memories of “feeling like the one” isn’t going to cut it. Besides, it’s always about you, isn’t it?
Language? Well, it’s not exactly something I’d want play for my mother. Sex? I supposed he’d consider it that… she’s lying back and thinking of England. Violence? Given the options, I have to say that I prefer the pistol-toting swagger to the drunk buffoon looking for a brawl. Other? Actually, it’s about 44 minutes of the same.
This what happens when Eurotrash frat-boy rock is in its prime (hopefully a limited sub-genre). Don't say you haven't been warned.
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