Dear old Yog now sounds like some sweaty Mediterranean cruise-ship crooner on this coma-paced ballad, whining into his brandy about all the guys and gals he’s loved before, with sloppy, by-numbers accompaniment from a rhythm section who sound like they’ve come straight from a Julio Iglesias session. Erstwhile Sugababe Mutya Buena sounds a bit sorry for him. This is what sustained cannabis use does to you, kids.