You remember Darren Hayes right? Wetter than a winter's day at Whitby under a force 5 gale? More drab than then an evening locked in with The Stereophonics' back catalogue? The musical criminal that forced Savage Garden upon the world? Well that man is seemingly no more. Hayes has been taken into some warped, alternative reality rehab clinic, where they take slightly dull and cardboard personality celebs and inject them with all the sex appeal, glitz and glamour of a red carpet Hollywood bash.

His new single 'Me, Myself and I' is a raunchy, Justice-esque funk-fest that's part '80s Prince and part Scissor Sisters camp-pop anthem. If it were an item of clothing, it would be tight leather pants. If it were a drink it would be a Margarita Cocktail, followed by a Red Bull chaser. It's got the most boogie per second in a pop track since The Bee Gees hung up their flares and Hayes' falsetto sounds like it's coming from a man with his nether regions in a vice. Ace, in other words. The only letdown is the ill-advised rap breakdown. But hey, it only lasts 25 seconds before the disco grooves kicks in again. Darren Hayes, it's a pleasure to have you back with us.