Labels: Viper Bite
Review by: Joe Callaghan
Shamefully enjoyable wimp-rock, marketed at teenage girls. It’s a little bit Eels, and sometimes a little bit Weezer, but mostly it’s just overly sensitive droning indie pop, fronted by an effeminate voice and a bit of neo-pop punk synthesizer. It’s alright though, as long as you don’t tell anyone you like it. In fact, throw away the neat little “digi-pak’ case and put the CD inside the jewel case of your copy of Reign In Blood, so no one thinks you’re a bit wet. When the house is empty, take out the CD and put it on, and have a good cry to yourself. There’s no reason why there’d be crying. Actually, it’s quite a chirpy, poppy record, almost like Ozma meets New Amsterdams, if I was to use slightly credible bands as comparisons, but I’m just trying to make myself feel better for quite liking it when it’s the sappiest CD I own, and will stir up more teenage hormones than Something To Write Home About. So, keep this one to yourself. If anyone asks, it belongs to your girlfriend, or you thought it said PANTERA on the sleeve. It’s okay, I won’t tell anyone, and once you’re fully familiar with it, perhaps we can buddy up, listen to it together and talk about our feelings whilst the other halves are out. If they ask, we watched football and put up shelves. Don’t judge me.