Now the relative or abstract nature of time is something that has
taxed bigger, brighter sharper minds than either mine or Chico's. I
can never remember why E = mc2 but I am sure that if something
approaching Chico time ever really existed, it was sometime in December
The problem for those who come in the lower places in TV talent
shows is that the contracts tend to stop them releasing records. Well,
releasing records until well after their brief flirtation with fame is
a distant plasma screen folk memory. So poor old Chico, who may have
had a chance to steal the Christmas number one from under the nose of
Shayne Ward, has been forced to wait until the end of winter
before getting his chance.
For those of you unaware of this song it sounds like Ricky
Martin dancing the Funky Chicken in a local nightclub. We have horn
blasts, slinky latin rhythms and Chico's joyful vocals.
The hook is built around the idea that; "You can get delirious, if you
take life too serious," which is basically Forrest Gump getting down
with Abba. This will be filling dancefloors at wedding discos and 18th
birthday parties for a few weeks, but I feel that for poor old Chico,
after this, his time is up.