Trois etoiles for simply pulling off an uncanny sleight-of-hand by aping arguably the worst musical sub-genre of all time and making it sound just about un-annoyingly OK.
Like, you're doing the washing up and when it comes on the radio you don't just smash all the plates and flood the kitchen in a frenzied lunge in order to turn it off by going berserk.
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