I really thought I’d had enough of strings in pop songs, until this one, ‘Survivor’. The evil lil’ violins perfectly set the background for this choon, fighting against post-drum’n’bass (I’m making up genre’s again, sorry!) machine blippity bloppity tsh tsh plopping. Then there are the vocals…mmmmm! The centre of what everything else spins around. These are harmonies to tell the world about. So I am. Three layers of gospel vocals jump up’n’down and shake themselves all around, just as adoringly sweet as a freshly iced chocolate cake, still warm from the oven. Or the video, if you will...mmmmm...

Hang on! There’s some words amongst this prize winning perfect picture style. Oh baby. Putting themselves into the head of the genderless working man (and I use that term looser than an American pollution manifesto), re-interpreting the feeling of finishing another day, ready to carry on to fight another. However, this song does challenge the notion of the chauvinist values that still remain in the world around us(like many other DC songs). And what better way to get the message to those that are wrong, than through one of the sexiest video’s ever! What? What do I mean “wrong”? Think how equal the world is. How men treat women in comparison to how women treat men. Just think about it. The new women’s liberation movement will be televised. You will be watching and maybe listening too-ooh….mmmmm…I’m a survivor!