Labels: Moshi Moshi
Review by: David Giles
NME have been pissing all over their already long-stained hype pants about this band. Well, as always, NME positive opinion is a good indication of total time wasting material made by boring (probably art school) fools. While they will probably end up 20x richer than I will ever be, I can take comfort in knowing that I’ll die without having shamed myself by participating in this brand of twee shitbucket music. To my ears, Summer Camp make the exact same type of radio pop that bands like Franz Ferdinand and the Killers have been making for X number of years already but, and I’m quote from the BBC website jock article, “The singing is often marginally flat, just as the drum beats are occasionally slightly out of sync”, which allows this record to comfortably slot into the currently hip trend of borderline noisey/offbeat/fuzzy pop music. Congratulations for having their fingers near enough the NME pulse to create the type of music people daft enough to be bothered with mainstream music press will want to listen to this decade (a trend a good few years old already if you have any knowledge of independent guitar music circles if I’m not mistaken). However, enormous thumbs down for your pathetic 6 tracks of unadulterated coattail-clutching shite.