Whilst it has been rumoured that even HRH Queen Elizabeth II now demands to be dressed solely in red and white in tribute to everyone's favourite Detroitians, we must briefly step away from the flag-waving of newly duotoned Union Jacks to deal with dull perfunctory duties, like the critical inspection of the first 45 from 'Elephant'.

Bit of a problem this; in these times of Stripular critical polarization (i.e. on one side, they are the best thing since, well, ever, and on the other side? actually there is no other side) how do you say: "the single's not actually that amazing," without sounding like a mardy old bastard? Perhaps by sensibly pointing out that, whilst it marries some nice edge-of-your-seat lyrical grit with a nice whammy-bar-slide-guitar line, it doesn't quite match up to a '_Hotel Yorba' or a 'Dead Leaves And The Dirty Ground_'.

There's certainly a nice fat wedge of drama in there, and when Jack promises that "_I'm gonna work this song/make the sweat drip from every pore_", he means it, and you can see why the man is currently eyeing up Hollywood for his next career step. Regardless, blanket critical appreciation means that any Jack n' Meg doubters will need to look over their shoulder for a while longer when they utter words of dissent.

"_Everybody knows about it/From the Queen of England to the hounds Of hell_". Quite, and that's probably half the problem.