Turgid vacuous tripe that is as appealing as walking to work past an abattoir everyday at 7am is on offer here. The grating repetition of the term ‘Be my’ that precedes the song title is reminiscent of Mick Jagger trying to sing while having his tonsils removed. The Subways have stolen 2 minutes and 50 seconds of my life, and I want them back. Oh, what the heck, it doesn’t matter I’d only waste them anyway.
