If you’ve been reading this series (and, really, who hasn’t?) you might have noticed by now that I am not really much of a fan of John Deacon’s work. He write’s trite, uninteresting “love” songs. Crap like “Misfire” (although it was covered by Neko Case a few years ago) and “Jealousy” and “You’re My Best Friend”, the list goes on.
But, something happened on The Game. John wrote a couple of the best tracks on the record and they are back to back on this album.
The previous one and this one.
And this one is as much fun as the last. Opening with an explosive crash cymbal, jamming all the way through to a tight, rave-up guitar solo, it’s some cross between an early Beatles track and a garage band song. It’s compact, too. 2.5 minutes long. Doesn’t overstay its welcome. Leaves you wanting more.
Don’t get me wrong, the song itself is trite as hell. Another of Deacon’s love odes. But, the band is invigorated here and know what the hell they’re doing.
So it rocks.
Grade: A
