Jesus. A song about dumping someone by text that is so shockingly dumb and uninspired ('I'm so sorry I can't make it, I'm so sorry I faked it. You look good in bed, I hope we can still be friends.') that it's hard to put into words just how much I despise it. Vic Twenty, a boy and a girl from Kansas via Cardiff, have attempted to jump on the electro bandwagon, but fallen so short their feet are dragging in the dust, their knuckles whitening in desperation to cling on. As one whiny, irrepressible voice screeches on top of the other, 'The greatest way to end it is by mobile phone', you'll feel like banging your head against a wall just to relieve the pain.