Hyperbole is inherent in most of today’s music writing. I can imagine it sprinkled over lukewarm efforts like MSG. Every week we are promised an epoch-making-life- changing event as four white kids chug their way through the same three chords and wax lyrical about life in a northern town.
This is so slick it actually slid out of the cd cover and made me a mojito whilst I read the back page blurb.
The first problem I have with this record is that I don’t believe in what Paul Hawkins says. Sure, the words are all nice and everything but it is delivered with such off-key bombast that it jars.
I’ll be honest, completely honest with you. I wanted to really, really, really hate this. Such is the fickle nature of a buzz band. It’s not great by any means, but at least it’s not another post rock, dancey hi hat mockney northern monkey travesty.
I recognised Out From Animals straight away. Well, I say that, but I mean I kinda recognised straight away.
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