Probably the luckiest girl in the history of celebrity-ism delievers her latest single. We all know the story, a common-as-muck Geordie lass with the IQ of a..well, a Geordie, joins Girls Aloud, marries (and then divorces) a footballer, and has miraculously managed to carve out a solo pop career based on the fact that some men (and Simon Cowell) find her pleasing on the eye. Yet somehow this has been confused as being "inspirational" by some people.
This dull beat and synth combo gives us as much pleasure as the removal of nasal hairs. It's designed to become both a massive chart hit and also make appearances in nightclubs on a Saturday night, but it's a soulless offering that has very little going for it no matter how many times you hear it.