This song really is a piece of shit, isn't it?
Her hasty vindication is far less socially causative than she would like to think. "FORGIVE ME CAUSE I'M YOUNG YEH LOL". Err- what? No, **** off. What kind of apology is that?
Instead of being an eye-opening revolution that masterfully transcends generations and provides the long sought-after answer for insatiable late-night/early morning debauchery, all the song does is solidify opinions and stereotypes that have been set in stone for decades - the yoofs are a bunch of pissheads and the oldies don't understand, because of course, we're the first generation to discover drinking, taking drugs and shagging. This song doesn't even 'apologise' subtly. It feels like a sledgehammer to the face of everyone who was ever wronged by the “young”, shrugging of years of guilt in two lines of auto-tuned vocal wailing.
Constructed on some ill-founded and utterly unconvincing inspiration behind the song’s lyrics (an argument which boils down to “We’re young; we’re bound to make a mess of ourselves. You will deal.”) is the proof that teenagers - and anyone else clinging onto their youth - are all too keen to forgive themselves of past wrongs simply by frantically pointing at Tulisa’s faux-philosophical ponderings and indulging on some great absolution that appears to hold this song together, thinking it will suffice as some godly atonement. But that’s just it - this song works in reverse and is perceived to emit some oblique luminosity because those who listen to the all-loving and all-powerful Tulisa might chance to feel cleansed by her screeching. Unfortunately, these are the kind of people that would like to think this song means anything at all. Oblivious to the real message of the song, Tulisa and her fans will soon realise that there is little life-changing epiphany to be found here, and certainly not the kind of notion that puts one in the apologetic mood. What would usually be a ballad in anyone else’s understanding of song topics and lyrical conventions is a wheezy, breathless mix of anaemic Ibiza synths and crescendos to rival Calvin Harris’ anti-climactic prowess.
Tulisa herself is just appalling. Her little contribution to the song is some shite lyrics and a bit a warbling, but she can't even get that right. She sucks into a vacuum all possible emotion and leaves a residual - but jarring - blandness not too dislike what comes of listening to too much Jessie J - you simply feel shouted at, rather than empathised with, the worst part being that both women want to feel everyone’s pain and believe singing loudly does the trick.