Let’s get one thing straight, this is better than the than the contemptuous pile of plagiarising rubbish that was Live While We’re Young, a song who’s sentiment caries as much weight was a Ke$ha ‘song’, but Little Things just makes their flailing attempts at sweetness all the more annoying.
While they were trying to make some sort of feel good ballad, it comes off as a simpering puppy slavering all over you. Cute on the surface, but horribly messy and leaves you with a nasty feeling afterwards.
This isn’t a band who came together to change music. They didn’t even come together; they were smushed into being by the X Factor because all the groups that year were complete and utter pants.
We don’t even need to get into the world of the band’s theology to deride the song though; it’s easy enough to do that just by listening to it.
Plodding and wonkily sung, it’s got all the hall marks of every other ruddy One Direction song, only ow with more schmaltz and fake, saccharine emotion than a Nick Sparks book, which is even more shocking as this came out of Ed Sheeran's pen.
With JLS’s latest track Hottest Girl In The World being complete and utter dross too (I don’t think I’ve ever been as bored for three and a half minutes in my life as when they took to the stage on X Factor) it seems that the boy band comeback really should have started and ended with Take That. At least Gary Barlow could write more than ten lines of lyrics.
Now, if you excuse me, I’m off to go rinse my ears with some white noise.
FemaleFirst Cameron Smith