So I'm sat in my office typing away, headphones on, and suddenly I hear the start of something I like. A saw-wave alternating octave note pattern starts (one for the techies there) and I'm thinking disco. Then the pattern locks into a sinister repeating loop, all dark and edgy. Then the drums, not four to floor but classic 'Zombie Nation' retro-electro. Then the vocal, a lost female voice, desperate and confused. This is good. Thirty seconds in, my head is nodding; a minute in, my foot is tapping; by the time we hit the big repeating chorus 'happiness la ner ner loneliness and loneliness la ner ner world' (no, I can't pick out the lyrics), I'm tapping away on my keyboard in time. Someone across the office stares at me. She'd like some of what I'm on.

Under no circumstances assume that this song is particularly original, though. Not content with stealing half their name and the drums from Kernkraft 400, the synth line is also much the same. The difference is it's got more punch; it's shinier; it's less Fisherspooner and more Death In Vegas; it's sweaty and dirty; it's sex in a club toilet when all you can smell is perfume and cigarettes and all you can feel are fingernails down your back.

Nasty. In a good way.