Toward the ineluctable mope. Davey Woodward's laments are as grim as Morrissey's, but (see title) more plain-spoken; arrested by the "punchy" trumpet break at 1:05, they almost pass for optimism. Amelia Fletcher backs up the chorus, cherubic as ever (and an odd foil in the song's shameful, shameful video). She haunts the outro, too — "I know I should have told you" — while Woodward moans and ties a noose. Decadent jangle pop pushed to the very edge.
"Why Do You Have to Go Out with Him When You Could Go Out with Me?"
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