Chasing Lights

by

The Saturdays

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Well I have waivered between scoring this album four or five stars and there is no doubt that it is not a perfect album, however there is enough fantastic pop on here to award it the very top score available.

1.If This Is Love-A slice of pop perfection, fits well with the current trend of electro, synth driven pop music. 10/10

2.Up-For me this wasn't quite as good as their first single, but it's still fantastic. 9/10

3.Keep Her-It was listening to a clip of this song that convinced me to buy the album, it's angry, it's powerful, it's brilliant. 10/10

4.Issues-The first ballad of the album, it's a little cheesy, but still extremely likeable. 8/10

5.Lies-Back to their sassy best here, as this funky upbeat tune races through. 9/10

6.Work-The new single and what a cracker, a great track to work out to, or dance around to. 9/10

7.Chasing Lights-At first I disliked this, but it's really grown on me, a mid-tempo ballad. 9/10

8.Set Me Off-This is back to the upbeat and another strong tune. 8/10

9.Fall-Now this is where the album slips slightly in my mind; it simply isn't up to the standard that the rest sets. 7/10

10.Vulnerable-This is my least favourite tune here, it is forgettable and bland pop. 6/10

11.Why Me, Why Now-This is a great last track and worthy of finishing off a great album. 10/10

12.Up (Remix)-Rather a pointless and watered down version of the ordinary track. 7/10

13.Just Can't Get Enough-OK, so it's corny, cheesy, doesn't really fit in with the rest of the album and it's a cover, but who cares-it's fun! 10/10

Pain. Unadulterated pain. Like having your genitals roughed up with a cheese grater, recording the resulting noise, mixing it with the emissions of a flatulent ruminant with backing vocals provided by the victim of a thugee (an Indian sect who strangled their victims with a knotted rope (for the uneducated)).

It's just drivel, produced by conmen out to relieve pre-pubescent numpties of their pocket money. Kids who wouldn't know a chord progression if it jumped up and bit them on the backside.

Even worse, it's bought by dozy bints who like nothing more than a Saturday night soaking in alcho-pops doing their two-step moves around a mountain of handbags. Or, maybe the catalogue boys pathetically mouthing the lyrics to the chip monster in the hope they'll be invited to carnally pleasure said monster.

On the plus side, I find that listening to this reinforces my belief in my own impeccable, musically knowledgeable, taste.

Please post your worthless, banal comments or my amusement. Suckers.