More fluids, nurse.

This one's about good, slippery lovin', a subject of course dear to my own heart. And some would say these lyrics sit very comfortably in a throbbing, cock rockin' tune. The problem for me is that I'm feeling there's no room to achieve a convincing mood within that uninspiring riff and onerous drumbeat. It's a track which says V-twin and blurred acetylene and sweaty teenage headbangers. Nobody who's not on some serious amphetamines could fuck to this.
For all his talk of tongue-lashings and spankings, I'm not picking up at all that this man is either sexually interesting or up for it. And I think I only warm up a bit at the two minute mark's panting and groaning because it's got a seppo accent.
Neither am I doing too well with hackneyed lines like 'opened up your door', which puts me suddenly in mind of DIY SOS. I usually only get a DIY SOS when I've been on my own a while.
The ineffectiveness of all this unlubricated discourse is confirmed when it suddenly cums to an unexpected end after only two and a half minutes. Go figure, as the old man would say.
My impression is that the speed and tightness of the tune don't allow space for the necessary adornments, especially in vocal. Which -finely executed - have no pzazz nor momentum.
And in that sense, although certainly entertaining in ways probably not anticipated, the song fumbles in the dark.
And I wish the band hadn't just left the default individual aspect choices, because emotional impact may not always be something you wanna draw attention to :)