This is the series where I feature The Guardian’s idea of the 100 best UK #1s ever, and we see what I have to say about them.
Yeh, I’d forgotten about this series too.
So, we last visited The Guardian‘s Hot 100 countdown back in January with a song from 1979, but today’s entry brings us bang up to date (almost), and features an artiste I recently described on these pages as one of “…the finest female pop stars going.”
Here’s what The Guardian had to say about it:
After a fitfully successful start, this was the song to turn the Kosovan-British pop singer into a global star. You can almost feel her clamp a hand on your shoulder as she adopts a stern, schoolmarmish tone to dispense those rules for breakup survival: don’t answer your ex’s calls, let them pop round or even be their friend. She’s not telling us or her mates, though, but rather herself, making for a powerful pop psychodrama.
And here’s the tune:
And here’s what I have to say: I agree.
Worth the wait, that, wasn’t it?