It's that time of the week again where I become Simon Cowell and make fun of musicians whilst vaguely complimenting some of them. This week I hate on a charity single and make tasteless jokes about being a child-killer.
This glossy, groovy synthpop number is like taking a Delorean-ride back in time to the eighties. All I can picture is perms and pink legwarmers and power-dressing yuppies. This song is more eighties than the Rocky training montage. Words cannot describe how eighties this song is.
Brooks is a 16-year-old electronic producer from Kansas. I’m getting an early-Rustie vibe from this track. It’s so bubblegum-sweet that my face started creaking and I did something I haven’t done in years – I smiled. And then I burnt down an orphanage to restore order to my life.