The under-appreciated overachiever of Queen's catalogue. It isn't bombastic like "Bohemian Rhapsody," the hard rockitude of "We Will Rock You" or operatic beauty of "We Are The Champions." It doesn't even have David Bowie singing on it! But propelled with little more than an irresistible bass and Freddie Mercury's razor-tinged delivery, it works awesomely. When listening to this song you can't help but feel the groove. John Deacon and Roger Taylor, I salute you.
Freddy, for his part, owns the shit out of this song. It's a testament to his ability as a vocalist: This is the Queen song you figure you could probably do at Karaoke, but you'll still just embarrass yourself. It takes a lot of confidence, an inherent ineffable ballsiness to really nail those verses.
It's too often derided as "the disco song," which is a lame detraction since mixing hard rock with disco pretty much always yields positive results (see above, KISS' "I Was Made For Loving You" and Rolling Stones' "Miss You.") Something about rocking out to a solid beat just makes sense.
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