A title like that is practically begging for some kind of punning riposte isn't it? But I may abstain; shooting fish in a barrel ain't huge amounts of fun. Besides, there are more interesting paradoxes to discuss, like; "Garbage: a great frontwoman trapped in a group who define workmanlike," or; "Garbage: a hugely popular band who no one actually seems to particularly like."
Actually, considering those probably won't be much fun either, it's better to move neatly into the contradictions apparent in the new single. A modern sounding record which isn't inventive in the slightest; a vocal you long to hear more of in front of a song you couldn't care less about.
Every Garbage song sticks to the same basic template. Sure, a few minor variations are stirred in - a filtered synth here, a bit of guitar strangling there - but at the end of the process they always seem to have the same thing: something shiny, bright and contemporary, but soulless and banal. A description which is Sex Is Not The Enemy all over. But hey, at the very least the title gives us carte blanche to fornicate in peace.
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