While Radio 1 are currently arse-licking Wimbledon's Jamie T to the max, it can only be hoped that there are some of us left in the world who still have functioning ears.
His unbearable voice stammers its way through cringeworthy verses, until we finally hit a melody in the form of the chorus. But no! Any hope of a decent tune is destroyed as Jamie croons his way through, his voice audibly straining.
OK, so he certainly has a distinctive style, but I get the impression he's a bit like Marmite.
And I hate Marmite. A lot.
What next?More by Jamie T? More reviews? More pop?