From Pitchfork:
Back in the day, specificity was Jarvis Cocker's thing. When he had some sweeping point to make, he'd keep it hidden: false downward mobility as a rich chick from St. Martin's College, the emptiness of fame as the porn on his hotel-room TV. That's over. On "Running the World", only hamfisted sarcasm stands between us and the blunt force of Cocker's fatalism and despair-- and it still kills, mostly because nobody else does hamfisted sarcasm quite so well: "Now the working classes are obsolete/ They are surplus to society's needs/ So let them all kill each other/ And get it made overseas." In Cocker's hands, all that pessimism is anthem material, and the way his bitchy Bowie swoon floats over the track's shivering pianos and airy strings, you'd think he was wondering if they know it's Christmas after all. --Tom Breihan
and maybe anatomically incorrect too, but who cares, this is a great song, it should be an anthem