“Dr. Luke” has been brought in to write entirely too many modern songs. His crap is very formulaic. Also, record companies have started to employ software that can “pick hit songs”, and he has a knack for understanding what the algorithm likes, so his crap all sounds the same.
The tune had been haunting London for weeks past. It was one of countless similar songs published for the benefit of the proles by a sub-section of the Music Department. The words of these songs were composed without any human intervention whatever on an instrument known as a versificator. But the woman sang so tunefully as to turn the dreadful rubbish into an almost pleasant sound.