Make it to the end of this and an apparition of Justin Bieber himself appears in your room, at the foot of your bed, clear skinned, hazy-edged and warbling: angelic choirboy meets lesbian hipster. This is a modern day miracle. Somebody has taken something that can only be described as ‘bollocks’, and turned it into something actually quite … well … good. Next we’ll find out that Joaquin Phoenix’s re-invention as a rapper isn’t actually a hilarious hoax, but that the man can lay down rhymes doper than Slick Rick.
Maybe that’s pushing it.