"a pop song built using one of the core the principles of club music, the build-and-release. It begins gingerly, just a few light synth pulses and a drumbeat, but as it climbs, you sense that a payoff isn't far off. Synths quicken, Whitford's voice begins to ache, and by the time we reach the four-minute mark, the song has exploded into one of those glittering, starry-eyed climaxes that pop music fans live for." - Joe Colly