Someone has been hanging round with Katy Perry for too long. The tour buddies seem to have become symbiotic with Marina’s sub Regina Spektor delivery now having been replaced with Perry’s trademark curled “R’s” and shouty girl-choir vocals.
The sizzling synths and breeze block beats are all doing their job making it sound chrome-like and modern and it sky rockets off in the places it’s supposed to but everything feels so anodyne and meaninglessly interchangeable that it’s difficult to care.
Marina does try valiantly to inject some individuality into the track adding some cartoonish staccato half sung punches in between the Perry posturing. For a star that seems to have personality by the lorry load and was buzzing with ideas it’s depressing to see Marina sucked into the machine of conventional cookie-cutter pop. Perhaps now the tour is over she can de-wig, wake from her teenage dream and abandon being a Perry pop robot.