The boys’ first ballad; makes you wish they hadn’t bothered slipping on the sharp suits, Cocker-esque glasses and started supping from champagne glasses. Perhaps they’re embracing their tracksuit-clad roots, giving in to their inner chav, what else could have inspired such a title? Claiming there are twoo many clich�s to tell someone how you feel, they apparently decided to revert to being fourteen and texted it to their ‘tru l.u.v.’ Considering it’s been three months since their last release, you’d expect they would have had time to amend the painfully simplistic first draft of their lyrics – or thought better of it and binned them altogether. That and they should have left the strings accompaniment for professionals. Mind you, they don’t have to try anymore to sell records, eh? Heat magazine will be reviewing it too.
