Blur's squillionth single pulls off a delicate balancing act. Insistent without sounding repetitive, modern without trying too hard, loose without sounding formless or rambling, personal without sounding self-indulgent. Expertly arranged and possessed of an insidious charm I still, however, have no idea why this is a single. Recently Blur seem to be at war with the charts, each new song daring the public to put something different into the top 40. If this is the case of course then the feedback enhanced dance-floor poetry of B-side Me, White Noise would have been a more interesting choice. It's the kind of song The Rapture would make if they had balls, probable career-suicide but a terrorist art-grenade into the hit parade. Shame. -Ian Martin, Oct.18.03

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