Save for a decent chord change two-thirds of the way through the chorus (real sharp, this), the amusingly titled "New York City" is straight-up '70s white disco, like Blondie doing Chic with bongos. The lyrics are good, about ol' New Yawk as a false ideal and a fake dream for Europeans (Big Apple denizens can dig it), who envision the excitement of the place, but not the filth, litter, mountains of rubbish, endless concrete, legions of homeless, and overcrowded-cattle aspect of the place. But the music is all-the-way retro-boogie; it ruins it. You'd never know this travesty came from ex-members of the Skids and Magazine. The B-side, "Whirlwind," is more like it: it's gentle atmospheric pop with light beat stage rear.
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