[18] Wiley featuring Ms D, ‘Heatwave’

Wiley

I’mma party, I’m gon dance, put your hands upon my body
On my body, on my body, put your hands upon my body
I’mma party, I’m gon dance, put your hands upon my body
On my body, on my body, put your hands upon my body
I’mma party, I’m gon dance, put your hands upon my body
On my body, on my body, put your hands upon my body
I’mma party, I’m gon dance, put your hands upon my body
On my body, on my body, put your hands upon my body
I’mma party, I’m gon dance, put your hands upon my body
On my body, on my body, put your hands upon my body

Well, you get the idea with that. We’re no strangers to inanity here at Jukebox Junior, so we recognise a direct, concise message and appreciate the ease of the singalong. Junior responds the only way that makes sense – big fish, little fish, cardboard box – Junior 2 does a pointy routine and Junior 3 screws up her face and lip syncs. Which is a bit alarming. Must we feed this filth to our kids? In a tense, lucky escape they seem to think every word is “party” so it’s just bop-about nonsense.

Which it is, I suppose. And yet, and yet, that quasi-classical synth refrain suggests something deeper, that Wiley is satirising the booty bounce as he tumbles through existential quandary to existential quandary in a Grimeception nightmare.

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