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James Morrison - 'Nothing Ever Hurt Like You'
Did you know James Morrison attributes his gravelly voice to a near-fatal childhood bout of whooping cough? I'm sure you did, it's the kind of biographical detail that tends to crop up in the early days of a singer's career, and stick in the mind, plus it makes a kind of sense. Whooping cough can tear a larynx up something cruel, and so can excessive singing.
So when you're listening to James, try not to be fooled into thinking that he's got The Soul. That's patronising. He's trying as hard as he can to sing properly. It's not his fault, it's just that damned illness and its devastating effect.
No, don't stare! It's rude.
Embarrassingly '90s boyband atmos? Check. Squee!-worthy glimpse of torso? Check. JLS colours in the background? Check. Literal dancing to illustrate the lyrics? Check, check, check, cringe. 
Interesting fact: This is not the first time the number three-hundred-and-three has made an appearance in the world of popular music. There's the legendary Roland 303 bass-synth, responsible for many a squitty noise in the acid house era, then there's the A303, which is the road that leads from London, past Stonehenge and off towards Glastonbury. Kula Shaker (ask your Britpop uncle) did a song about it, as they believed the road itself had mystical powers. 
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