I am seriously considering designating my Sundays as Skweee Sundays. I could just play Skweee all day, and eat herring on rye bread (that being about as Nordic as I can get).
I think the fact that I would consider this an improvement in my life shows how much I like this, and how little I usually do on Sundays. Anything that's improved by herring was obviously not great to start with.
Anyway, enough herring. This has a lovely bassline that can only really be described as a funky groove (although that makes me sound like a 40-year-old man dancing in a pub). I defy you not to break out a little head-nodding in the chorus. And the lyrics are the best tounge-in-cheek fun since your last snog.
This needs headphones and a couple of listens: it sounds horrible coming out of a laptop but I had it plugged into my ears coming home tonight, and it made me smile so much that random people started smiling back at me. Now, how can that be a bad thing? Give it a chance to grow on you, and I promise all that electric vibrato starts to sound really good after a while.
Also, that syncopated new-millennium funk is officially called Skweee, which is the best name for a genre EVER (apart from lol-step. Which I may have invented myself.)
If you find you like the Skweee, check out this luscious blog called Skweeelicious... lots and lots of free musics. You can download the rest of Pubs P's album from here, for free. Now don't say I never showed you no love.