Perfect 10

1 Oct 1998

Courtesy of A. Ott

Into each singles column a little rain must fall and here it pisses it down. In fairness, Heaton and Rotheray don't proceed at their usual, dreary clop this time around for this annoyingly wry size-isn't-everything pop homily.

To show that they're hep to the '90s dance revolution they've clearly been listening to some Georgie Fame records and have even thrown in some tom-toms.

Inevitably, however, this is redolent of England at its dreariest, with the mundane whiff of Batchelors Cup-A-Soup and grey socks about it, a song intended for the sort of people whose lives are spent ambling between bus shelters and favourite sofas, who've only been to the cinema once in the past couple of years to see The Full Monty.

Yech