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From the second the deliberately-misleading false-introduction fades and the chunter-guitar kicks in, notice is served that this is not a song you can ignore lightly. For starters, Ame has ditched that over-high squeak from her biggest hit thus far and let rip with her hitherto hidden fiery tonsils. And she's so BOSSY. She's like a smooth-faced Alan Sugar or something.

(In fact, if you'll forgive a momentary lapse into fantasy...can you imagine how brilliant The Apprentice would be if, every once in a while, Alan Sugar conducted his final summing up and sacking in the form of a sassy funk workout like this? Not least because the contestants would be SO freaked out. Better yet, just get him to leap up on the table and mime to a souped-up version of 'Irreplacable' by Beyonce. Lyrically that has pretty much everything he needs to say, but you need that funkbluster to really stop the show...)

Right, where was I? Oh yes, why this song RULES...

Face-slap handclaps. Stoppy bits. Starty bits. Startlingly ornate vocal harmonies. Sweaty brass workouts...For a song with only one musical idea (music students would call it a motif), and a tune you could play on a one-note piano with your face, there are SO many fun moments to get your ear-teeth into here.

You've no chance to get bored, cos no two sections are the same, and besides, you know what would happen if you let your attention slip for even a fraction of a second?

That's right, YOU'RE FIRED!

Download: Out now
CD Released: May 7th

(Fraser McAlpine)