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It's a lot like when you've heard a song on the radio and you kind of like it, cos it sounds a bit like that 'Crazy' song by that Niles Broccoli, but it seems a bit indistinct and pillowy at first listen. Then it's on a couple more times, and you find yourself humming the chorus in quiet moments, or when you're in a lift, or just popping to the corner shop for bread.

Before you know it, you no longer need to use the radio setting on your alarm clock, as the song is with you from the moment you wake until the moment your tune-addled ears hit the pillow again. And you don't mind at all, because you're in the throes of a full-blooded passion the like of which can only be captured by Elizabethan playwrights and Natasha Bedingfield.

And the only nagging question remaining is whether the song you are starting to refer to as YOUR SONG deliberately put some pre-arranged moves on you to make you love it so, or whether the chemistry between the two of you is just this torrent of unforced, natural, primal NEED. Part of you doesn't care, but part of you feels that you HAVE to find out, because if you're being manipulated at the point at which you've opened yourself up and you're at your most vulnerable...well it doesn't bear thinking about, really...

Suffice to say that this is the kind of song that would probably leave you sobbing in a heap eventually, wondering how you could have been so foolish as to fall for the purrings of a randy old tom cat, but still thinking fondly of your time together. Bah! Damn you, sexy music...

Released: June 4th

(Fraser McAlpine)