After two Brit Awards, two Ivor Novello Awards, and five Grammy nominations, the ex-army officer returns with another song about... well, can you guess? This is yet again a classic cut from the bleeding-edge of the middle-of-the-road. Mr Blunt croons along to a mid-tempo beat (as usual) about how he (yet again) cannot tell a girl about his feelings, obviously a subconscious act on his behalf in order to store up more mid-tempo-ballad-type material in the future. God help us all.

'Love Love Love' rather appropriately resembles typical English cuisine - bland, lifeless and seriously devoid of excitement. And after consumption of the song you will no doubt experience the same feelings as I did - bloatedness, drowsiness and the embarrassment in knowing your country produced this music.

Make no mistake, this is safe music for safe people. In fact that M&S wearing, Daily Mail reading neighbour of yours is listening to this song right now. Don't be one of them. This is not a tirade against pop - if that's your thing then check out Santogold or Esser. These acts take risks with pop music which really is the only way to keep pop alive as a respectable genre. This singer-songwriter does not.

In conclusion, James Blunt should be shot.

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