The Lene in question is Lene Nystrom, formerly singer with that most peculiar of Eurocheesers, Aqua. Apparently she used to be a commando in the Norwegian Army too. Now she is one of the minor battalion of assorted pop-types that scribe for Girls Aloud (she being one of about ten people that had a hand in No Good Advice [DISCLAIMER: I am rubbish at counting]).

Oh, and she’s still doing the whole making music thing too. Which is to rather understate the weirdo genius of It’s Your Duty, a pop song that’s not quite as cheesy as Aqua had a tendency to be, but likely to inspire just as much venom. The backing is actually rather similar to Girls Aloud, weirdly enough, but it’s the vocals where this song really stands apart.

To be blunt, Ms Nystrom Is Gonna Sex You Up, and you are either going to feel extremely awkward about this, or dance like a nerk then pretend that you’re being ‘ironic’. It’s the way she smirks through the chorus as she mangles the rhyme up - “It’s your doo-deh doo-deh!/To shake that boo-deh boo-deh!” When she hits the now-obligatory semi-spoken “You like that? Okay!” overdub, she ain’t trying to sound sultry, she bloody well IS sultry. This is not a put-up job, this is not trying ’sexy’ on for size, This Is How Lene Nystrom Is, and this is how her music sounds.

And that would be, relentless. The plot of the song is about utilising your physicality to get ahead in life “Handcuff up your boss/Yeah be rough/He might like it, like it/He’ll get a rise, you’ll get a raise/Don’t tell his wife about it!” The delivery is in your face to the point of its nose rubbing your tonsils. There is no disagreeing. You wanna sneer, the Stereophonics would like to hear from you.

Great song though it is, what’s gonna be even greater is watching what happens when it eventually does hit the airwaves, the shelves, etc. The pop ironists will love it, if only for the repeated references to “Boo-deh!” Students will grind drunkenly on each other’s legs, then the morning after they will laugh at how ‘crap’ it is and listen to Coldplay instead. The radio will ride it for all it’s worth, then they’ll say how ‘crap’ it is and play something credible like Coldplay instead. There will probably be a minor uproar about the allusions to erections. People will laugh embarrasedly. It will be massive.

Hey, it’s the new Bring Me To Life!

And it’s every bit as brilliant. God bless it.