Besides, it's not as if the boys' scribbling 'n' twiddling team - Nina Woodford, Rami, Carl Falk and The Wideboys, seeing as you ask - have used it to prop up a dud. There's plenty more going on here, not least those brilliantly melodramatic lyrics, a chorus that's punchier than David Haye's clenched fist, and, courtesy of Max in particular, some mighty fine boyband singing. So, we've said it before and we'll say it again - who gives a...
