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It may not even be one of the best four or five tracks on ‘Guns Babes Lemonade’ but ‘Sweaty’ is still guaranteed to turn you into a ridiculously relaxed mess on the dancefloor. Hear this and nothing else matters, you must dance, I defy you not to. The beauty of Muscles is that he makes cheesy, camp, electro dance but somehow still manages to infuse it with enough genuine hooks and charm for it to result in pure goofy brilliance.
You almost get the impression that he wrote down some lyrics in a morning haze and could never quite be arsed to go back and change them, but it makes for a gloriously happy, child-like feeling (“my hand slipped into your hand, and it was awesome, and you were special!”).
Put simply, Muscles makes me happy. He is 2008