This tinny, brain-stupefying bullshit is Eiffel 65 for the Gossip Girl generation.
Ah Christ. Always gotta be one, innit. This tinny, brain-stupefying bullshit is Eiffel 65 for the Gossip Girl generation. Artless acid house beats and skin-crawling high pitch samples blend with boring, dated female vox samples and a grating slip of a chorus (‘put your hands up in the air tonight, everybody gonna have a good time’, etc). Meanwhile, the band gets about "wearing loud colors, rockin’ glasses with no lenses and always stayin’ fly with one of their own self-designed shirts." Totes awesome, bitches, you guys have mad reasons not to be compassionately euthanised.
