Two one hit wonders for the price of one.
In my last review (Westlife), I said the one thing worse than something that sucks is something that sucks copying something else that sucks. Which, spookily enough, leads me to this abomonation.
The original song by Eamon was bad enough, a whining, expletive ridden novelty track for stupid 10 year olds to laugh along to at the rude words, but did it really need a "sequel", a lame "response" to the accusations and comments made in the first song? Oh, well, looks like it did. Because now here's Frankee, who, as the record company would have us believe, was Eamon's ex-girlfriend, and the topic of the song.
So cue the EXACT same beat, EXACT same chorus, but now with Frankee's side of the story, and a laughable attempt to fit her own rhymes around the original tune. This is all great if you're some easily pleased little skank who "feels" what Frankee is going through and you believe the B.S about the two of them being items at one time.
If so - congratulations. You're an idiot.
For the rest of us, those awful few months where we had the first song sung by the first idiot replaced at number one by the second song sung by the second idiot are something we should never have to endure ever again. But, let's face it - will anyone ever talk about Frankee or Eamon ever again?
This is yet another example of the world going mad. The majority of people who buy this single will be about 12, so cue pre-pubescant girls mouthing along to those charming lyrics, and neat lines like "all those times you thought you broke my back, well guess what joe, your sex was wack."
It's a lovely thought, isn't it? Perfect for every teenage mother out there. Perfect for every irresponsible parent to allow her child to listen to.
Music for scum, end of story.
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