Try as you might to take against its glossy, give-a-shit breeziness – so indebted to mid-’80s pop it’s almost Thatcherite – there’s no denying the contagious genius of this tune. Even that ‘ooooh-aha’ hook – traditionally the last refuge of the chorally impoverished – is a killer. Skan (that’s the supreme creator of Lakota mythology, dontcha know), we bow down before you.
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