Mr Harris must be giving Minogue one. How else can you describe the immodesty of loving all them girls? Harris’s electro bling makes him this years Mylo, except whilst he at the time was dissimilar to the current trend, Girls’ incessant repetition of vocal and rhythm slots him right into the new rave locker, something he embraces, judging by the garish pink cd cover. Not even in the same league as some of his other efforts, but the chorus will certify its success.