A strange, not all that successful mixture of boys past, present, and future: a song from teenpop’s hungry birth, big beats and self-consciousness from the fag-end of glam, and a mid-tempo harmony-heavy arrangement which hints at Westlife to come. The slowdown and rhythmic emphasis shifts the mood of the song from excitement to confidence: Holly’s original is a sack of jumping hormones and itching palms, Mud’s update is more self-assured, self-satisfied and a lot less likeable, even though the harmonies work pretty well. On this YouTube performance the band look awkward, even in the comedy drag bit: pop’s brave new rollerworld really didn’t suit them well.

Score: 4

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