Why

does pop music (like this) make me so freaking happy?

For real, I just have this incandescent childish joy - effervescence shooting across my nervous system - when I listen to a proper intelligent shamelessly poppy song, preferably with a slightly tongue-in-cheek attitude (Kylie Minogue, I'm looking at you) and some electronic fiddly bits.

And, for heaven's sake, there's even a French version of my new infatuation. Bliss!