Imagine a world in which a mad scientist concocted an indie band modelled on an Anglicised take on The Strokes, a stiff upper-lipped Libertines and, breathe deeply, The Kooks. Nope, I wouldn’t want to live there either, but they’re breaking through into our universe. Some songs here are charming, energetic and even reasonably catchy but, fuck me, is this really necessary? Is there actually a gap in modern music waiting to be filled by this? It’s identikit jangle so packed with perfectly poised personality that I find it hard to take it even vaguely seriously. It was apparently recorded in one day at producer Darren Hayman’s house. You can tell. As utterly forgettable as Miller Lite.
4/10
Words by GARETH JAMES
