Labels: self released
Review by: Andy Malcolm
4 songs of wishy-washy, flippy-floppy, draggy-waggy, vaguely unimpressive indie pop. Ok, so the accompanying letter says that they have read our reviews policy, but it doesn’t seem to have made the required impression. I think I will have to update it a bit more, maybe type in CAPITALS or use some emphasis. The policy mentions that the C is pro-DIY, yet the accompanying letter draws my attention to the fact that the band was featured in a music industry tipping magazine. Fo’ real, DIY as fuck, maybe this band runs the music industry in their spare time, rubbing together a few pennies to create the spark that keeps this wonderous branch of our economy running. Forsooth! Mad props! Yes, I shall now include a new sentence in the policy that says “If your band sounds like an amalgam of Coldplay, Oasis and Feeder, then simply send your CD to drownedinsound.com instead”.
For fairness sake, I shall note that this CD is professionally recorded, played and sung. It is clean, it is sanitised, it is ready for the radio, it is very pleasant, it oozes competence. But, good lord, this kind of music has nothing to do with this zine, our scene, or what I, and I hope your good selves, look for. Different strokes for different folks – this band could go down a storm with the new batch of students coming into the ‘system’ this very month, and all the best to the band, they may one day find themselves on the cover of the NME, but that I am afraid that this is not the musical world that I am dallying in. Sorry. And as a parting gift, I suggest this band check out “Another Desert, Another Sea” by Three Mile Pilot in the meantime, they have a piano too and they will blow your collective minds. Good luck, maybe I will see you on telly some day.