Now whilst the first point might unfortunately have some basis in fact, with this weak and mealy offering of ‘Sex’, The Ga Ga’s have merely attempted to flog a riff of such antiquity it’d make Ozzy blush in embarrassment. This Velvet Revolver-lite rifling is then coupled with lyrics involving a sordid incident with a very unfortunate young lady whom, allegedly, "did it all for the sex", while some form of S&M act is taking place: "I’m just a whipping boy for you / just another scratch on my arm."

Pseudo-Masochism aside, the most upsetting aspect of this poor mans' sweaty leatherette lunchbox of a song, is that the best aspect they have to offer the world, is themselves. Sure, they might well sleep with your sister, but only by telling her that they were in a rock band she’s never heard of. Such lazy showmanship is their lifeblood, and I for one am praying for their ensuing transfusion.