Michael: It's time for some straight-up, no-nonsense, camp pop from America's premiere pubescent boyband, Dream Street! Now, I know what you're thinking: 'What's Michael doing, playing a song by a boyband - he hates them!'. Actually, you're probably not thinking that at all, since I blew my cover not long ago with a torrent of boyband top fives, but if you need justification, Dream Street were ace, what being in an American boyband should be about - sod 'going hip hop', trying to be credible and recording songs with Nelly, give me covering the A*Teens, recording blatant Max Martin rip-offs and singing in five-part harmonies, any day! Dream Street were pure, unadulterated pop - but they were hard to the core! They split up a while ago, after accusing their management of forcing them to watch porn and partake in other ungodly activities - rock on, brothers! This is 'It Happens Everytime'.



'Can you hear the music playing? Can you feel the rhythm swaing? This is the sound of dreams come true...'

Michael: Look! One of them's forgotten how to do the dance! Hilarious!