It all starts with a catchy, mechanical guitar riff that comes off precise, if preoccupied. Frontman Matt Bellamy shelves his famously epic pipes in favor of flirty falsetto: "Oh baby, don't you know I suffer?/ Oh baby, can you hear me moan?/ You caught me under false pretenses/ How long before you let me go?" Here, percussionist Dominic Howard's jarring bangs 'n' booms are replaced with flawless (albeit artificial) drum beats. The trio plays nice when harmonizing the chorus, a segue that's accompanied by cute li'l robot vox. But what distinguishes this track from previous Muse singles — the your-band-sucks cockiness of "Muscle Museum," the handsome disorder of "Hysteria" — is the absence of a recognizable cannonade. Muse's best songs feature moments that scare people wearing headphones — you hear the build-up, and it's like "off with them, lest your tympanic membranes 'splode!" (In 2004, Howard's father had a heart attack and passed while watching them play. Seriously.) This here's poppy, and perfectly safe. I wish my ears were bleeding.