This has several consequences.
1. Another shit summer. It wasn't a coincidence that this rain dance plagued the radio and single charts during the wettest summer ever.
2. That sound, along with James Dean Bradfields screams of "Eh eh eh under my um-bar-ella" is the mighty hammering of a nail into the coffin of the little credibility the band had
3. This man now has a rival for worst "RAWK" song of the year.