A ditty. Not as cute as, say, Seaside Rendezvous or Lazing, but not disposable, either. And light years from Killer Queen.
It's an overblown, over produced, kitchen sink of a love song with a toe still wading in the 20s striped full body bathing suit era Freddie seems to love. And as close to cabaret as they've ever come.
It's a treat but it's really not about the song. It's the call and answer backups that make it work. And work it does.
Grade: A
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