Four To The Floor causes much consternation in my head. I like it. It is by Starsailor. I really thought I had exorcised the embarrassment of liking something by a lousy band. And more than liking Sing by Travis, the trouble stems from a forebrain knowledge that the song is not just not all that good, but is fundamentally dishonest. Since when could you ever describe a Starsailor song as a Four To The Floor disco classic? Why even this, well I suppose you could dance to it.

Anyway my faith in my own open mindedness shocked to the core I listened to it again to embrace (agh, no) its charms. Which was when I realised it just nicked its piano off of Dr Dre’s production of California Love for Tupac. And since it was only really the piano I liked, I was sorted.