This week, a desperate attempt not to make any puns about getting this song out of my head.
Oh, Kylie, can you do no wrong? The woman is so bloody talented and nice that we've already forgiven her for appearing as a judge in The Voice - the show that continues to pay will.i.am a significant amount of our collective licence fee to spout an almost dadaist level of nonsense like some 19th century absinthe-addled drunk. We just love her, alright? We love how short she is, we love how nice she seems, and – alright, yes – we love her bum.
It's because of songs like these – anthemic, catchy and joyful. The only chairs spinning are the ones that result from everybody vacating them to move their bad selves on the dancefloor – it's just another slice of pop majesty from our favourite Aussie. Try and get this one out of your head - oh, bugger.