Born Ruffians once distilled the joys and pains of young adulthood with sublime pep. A decade later, their fifth LP struggles to grow up. ‘Forget Me’ seems purpose-built to soundtrack a cider advert, the grungy stomp of ‘Tricky’ sounds like The Lumineers covering the Pixies, and ‘Miss You’ is lexically malnourished: “I really miss you, I miss you so much baby, I miss you now”.
Trading the band’s raggle-taggle instrumentation for vintage echo, Mac DeMarco slick and C86 crunch only oversaturates this occasionally loveable, mostly feeble effort.
Words: Callum McLean
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