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22 Aug 2008

Roll up roll up. Welcome to another update of joyous shite. See this week we reduced some 7"'s as we realised we had too many of 'em left still and our shelves are ridiculously full. We'll be reducing some more over the coming weeks but this lot are all half price or less..... When they're gone they're gone so to speak.

Short and sweet as we're all off to buy some new hats in time for winter.
P x

Album Of The Week

Max Richter- 24 Postcards In Full Colour

Well well well. Mr Max Richter has made a pop album! Actually, it's only pop in so far that the songs are the length of classic punk hits like 'Love Song' by The Damned or 'Oh Shit!' by Buzzcocks. But the music. Oh the music. It really couldn't be anyone else. '24 Postcards in Full Colour' is a fine collection of fleeting vignettes, brief candles as Aldous Huxley once commented. wistful piano sketches, slightly amorphous & detached, like little jingles for a profound day in the life of an introverted bassett hound. When the strings hit, 10 mins in, your spine melts in all the usual places and you're so glad this wonderful man is here to soothe our troubled lives with his affecting soundscapes. Phil's main gripe with this album is that the songs are too short and aren't allowed to develop. That's where your imagination comes in for these babies are merely teasing snatches of intoxicating mood music. It's like channel hopping through 24 great stations and the merest suggestion of each track is hugely rewarding. It's not all piano 'n' strings. 'In Louisville at 7' is a sweet lo-fi guitar instrumental overlaid with field recordings and submerged in the ether of distortion, then the succeeding tune sounds like Terry Riley jamming with MBV!! He flirts with many shifting styles & tones over the duration leaving his busy pallette full of possibilities for the future! I'm really happy with this album, it's his first to feature on both vinyl & weirdly enough as ringtones which given the nature of most people's choice of tinnitus inducing idiocy is a welcome relief! Utterly peerless in my eyes (but with Leeds' Gareth S. Brown snapping at his heels !) this could only be AOTW....- Brian

Single Of The Week

Fujiya & Miyagi- Knickerbocker 7"

Full Time Hobby have unleashed a 7" from Fujiya & Miyagi and it's a bit of a buzzing Krautrocker with cool european male vocal extolling the virtues of Ice Cream flavours. Once the subtle organ hook gets under your skin and it shifts up a gear there's no escaping it's effortless chilled motorik pulse, like a cross between Ping Pong era Stereolab & a tub of Gino Ginelli. Let's face up to our predicament here.... with a combination of Krautrock AND ice cream you can't lose can you?. We 3/4 is digging 'Knickerbocker' Phil has referred to it as "A tune!" and "What LCD Soundsystem should sound like" We're reminded of Can, Neu!, Colder and even White Williams. Brett is the only dissenter hear offering up "a characterless Campag Velocet" He has got his leather cap on though which renders his brain unable to appreciate true pop genius! All in all an extremely decent & itchy pop tune! - Ant

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Ant here wishing the planet Mars was really made of mars Bars

VCV are the duo of prolific artists Brian Grainger (Milieu) and David Tagg. This project has them picking up their electric guitars for a mammoth improvised 56:42min piece entitled 'The Star Of The King Of The Dead', recorded over two years ago and still sounding fresh. The label describe this as space doom and I really couldn't put it better myself. This is less evil sounding than their last release but no less powerful with both players sounds working together tremendously as each one is assigned a channel. From one comes chunky harmonics and repetative chugging fuzz and through the other are spacey drones and distant melodies. The pace constantly mutates throughout the duration. This is a real journey and an interesting departure from what Grainger and Tagg create in their solo projects. Quality gear and limited to just 100 copies.

Reclusive artist Jandek's 1978 'Ready For The House' LP gets a reissue and it's a captivating listen from the beginning. At it's core this is essentially singer songwriter stuff but it's incrediblly personal and mournfull sounding. I'm just discussing with Phil that he sounds lonely and Brian reckons that his detuned guitar sound has probably driven every woman with ears away so he only has himself to blame. That detuned guitar sound is what I like about this as it gives it a wobbly spacey blues feel. To think that this is 30 years old is quite remarkable. There's also a naive, innocent crapness to it all that would probably be bundled into the "outsider" artist tag with the likes of Daniel Johnson had the record been made now. There are parts that remind us of some of the MV+EE stuff too. The pic on the sleeve is great with its naff, proper 70's colours . Both Phil and I are feeling this one. That's cos were miserble... Oh the pain.

Moving swiftly on to Panoptique Electrical with a CD called 'Let The Darkness At You' on Sensory Projects. Cripes this sounds dead miserable and all but in a good way of course. This is some icy desolate sounding melancholy electronics from Jason Sweeny (Pretty Boy Crossover). 19 tracks long with titles like 'I Thought The Lonliness Would Leave Me Too But Now I Hope It Stays Because I Have Nothing Else' you know not to expect a big party album. This is captivating stuff and the more I listen, the more I'm really becoming absorbed in it. There's somewhat of an isolationist thing happening at times but the cold sounds are punctured with warming melodies and a hearty injection of human feeling through the computer, guitar and piano. Quite a difficult one to describe this.. I guess it just evokes feelings/ an emotional response from me that gives me pleasure. What more can you ask from an album?

Also on the Sensory Projects label is a whopping 33 track double CD compilation called 'Tingling Cheeks Are Love - A Sensory Projects Compilation' All you need to know is that this is celebrating 50 releases from the label and features cuts from Pretty Boy Crossover, Hood, the Declining Winter, Mirah, Papa M, The Rectifiers, MONO, The Tigers, Urdog, Kammerflimmer Kollektief, Eluvium, Canon Blue, Object, Shearwater, Damien Jurado and heaps more...

Two Hungarian rock compilations in the space of a week... Weird but true as Finders keepers in there mission to resurrect obscurities from around the globe have the rather cheesily titled 'Well Hung' compilation out. 20 Funk-Rock Eruptions From Beneath Communist Hungary - Volume 1 is the score here and I've never heard of any of the artists on here (except Sarolta Zalatnay)let alone am able to pronounce them. Its a window into a scene which I never even knew existed so it really does serve its purpose and as with all of these comps is good introduction as well as having a picture of a donkey on the cover.CD and Gatefold sleeve with extensive linear notes and some entertaining little tunes if you like a bit of style over content cheese.

Fresh out the box is a Ltd Flying Lotus 12". This is one of those unofficial remix 12"s and has Warps latest big man remixing Mr Oizo, Nelly Furtado, Madvillian, RJD2 and J Dilla. You'd be forgiven for thinking these were just straight up Lotus tunes as he totally transforms them into his own hip-hop template with the first mix sounding like Vitalic/ Ghislain Poirier on Mogadon. The second mix has sharp piercing snares and a lovely arpeggiated analogue sounding riff. The third mix (I'm not entirely sure who is who here) is pretty wicked with his trademark twisted but soulful melodies floating over gently stuttered hip hop beats and a cool synth that sounds like the birds at 5AM when coming down from acid but is actually R2D2 I think. The Madvillain remix on the flip has a big dubstep inspired bassline with some head nodding claps. He takes the UK dubstep influence further on the second tune and fuses it with Dr Dre style groove which is pretty top. 'Shhh!' is 500 copies only so be quick.

From sunny LA to the mean streets of Wales with a spanking 7" from old Peel faves Datblygu with 'Can Y Mynach Modern' which has an understated piano tinkling away with a welsh spoken word vocal. Brett reckons that David R.Edwards sounds like he has a chest infection. It's very different to the stuff they were doing years ago and lacks the attitude, but they sound like they've just gotten a bit older and chilled really but still have something to say. This however is the end and a final comment about how he felt when the band fell apart. A short but sweet closure to their legacy. As this is a split 7" on the flipside is a tune called 'Bombstar' by Charlie Sharp. Again this is a simple piano and vocal track full of passion and reminding me a little of John Cale.

Phil here convinced that if I drink enough wine it should count as one of my 5 a day.

I've been reasonably obsessing over Deerhunter for a while now. I saw 'em live a while back and they were fantastic... cocking loud 'n all. I've been hunting their records down and I noticed Rob's House Records had repressed an old limited split (300 only) they did with Hubcap City (albeit without the Hubcap City track as the mastertapes were lost). So you get an identical version of Grayscale on both sides of the record.... kind of an unusual take on the single sided affair. I got the last 15 copies off the label and here they are. Brad Fucking Bradford (as Brian calls him who is coincidentally from Bradford) is a productive chap and this tune sounds more like Atlas Sound. It's a cracking instrumental with a syncopated almost dubby drumbeat. There's something very spacious about this tune. Needless to say it rules and you need this... only 600 copies were repressed!

Distant Noise have a newie out by Lightsway who I've not heard of before. Limited to 100 copies in one of those fancy generic cardboard sleeves with the blue stickers on. You know the score. If you're still reading this far chances are you've bought one of the many top releases of the label from us. Here's another in Summer Interlude... As ever it fits nicely in to the shoegaze bracket albeit a bit more indietronic... Think the of the Schnauss crossed with bits of Isan and Manual.... that's what this sounds like. Would fit most snugly on the Morr label....that kind of lovely floatyness which would make serial killers turn into kittens and hoards of ravaging death robots stop in their tracks.

OK so Glasvegas are the next massive thing and we've reviewed 'Daddy's Gone' before so I'm not gonna spend much time on it. I kind of like this song. The more I hear 'em the more I think they're a half decent band and the flipside of the CD single and one of the 7"'s (that doesn't have the Nirvana cover on) is a cracking tune called 'A Little Thing Called Fear' which is well old school indie. Loads of Mary Chain in there and I way prefer it to the A side. Daddy's Gone is a good tune and it's gonna appeal to a lot of people given the subject matter of the lyrics though personally I'm not fussed about ever hearing it again. I've heard it far too many times somehow.....The B-side though is well good.

The Gasman is still plodding away on Planet Mu. You know it's nice to see Planet Mu releasing gear like this still instead of what is perceived more fashionable these days. Superlife is like an old school Planet Mu release... something which most folks would probably term as IDM. Nice bleepy electronica with hints of Jega and Joseph Nothing all rammed into one CD. No vinyl release though. Has there ever been a vinyl release of any Gasman release? I don't think there has.. shame really as it's the kind of thing which I think would be more suited to the vinyl format. Hey, it's a lot of fun this record. Nothing serious.... stick it on with a pack of bourbons and a small pot of tea and maybe some light reading (I think a crime novel would be perfectly suited) and you'll whip through it in no time and most likely enjoy the whole thing. Lovely.

Manda Rin from Bis.... the hilariously named piece of fruit from Scotland is back with a new single on DIY records. DNA is 7" only and it's disco pop. Some would term this as perfect pop... We think it sounds a bit like Annie. Personally I find it kind of annoying and it makes me want to pull my ears off in a huge self harming fury. It's far too fucking happy for it's own good.

Hamfatter were on Dragons Den a while back. I quite like that programme... I heard they were gonna be on but I missed it. Oops. I was reasonably impressed by the marketing scam involved as they got loads of coverage. Anyway I thought I'd check 'em out to see if I'd invest in them and they're not too bad either. The Girl I Love has Strokes esque guitars but the overall feeling is they sound quite a bit like Franz Ferdinand. And in the absence of Franz Ferdinand that's probably no bad thing. Ant has just piped up it sounds like the Kaiser Chiefs. They sound like a lot of good indie bands to be honest and normally that's a recipe for disaster but in this case we'll let 'em off as they're pretty competent. Nice.

Ballboy are back with a new album.'I Worked On The Ships' is their 4th or 5th album... I lose track of these things. I'm amazed I can get out of bed unscathed sometimes..... though there was this hilarious incident when I ended up in hospital after ripping the skin that holds my toes to my feet and falling unconscious and needing to have a brain scan. That was just getting out of bed. I fear more complicated chores. Fortunately this Ballboy album isn't a chore. I've never really sat down and listened to them before but I'm enjoying this new on. Immediately I think its very honest sounding singer songwriter folk inflected indie music. This is proper indie music. None of your kaiser Chiefs nonsense. It's very Scottish sounding indie and Brian reckons they sound a bit like Lucky Luke (or the other way around...). Beautifully paced gentle music which sounds like it would be happy on Fence as it's not a million miles away from the recent King Creosote gear. Decent indie pop music. I like it!!

Here be Brett, who's spent the last couple of days wondering whether clowns decorate their houses like normal people or if they invite loads of their colleagues 'round, mix paint up with cream and have a massive pie fight until the rooms are done. Brian couldn't answer so I'm out of experts. If there are any clowns out there, drop us a line.

It's awful when you've been to the kebab shop and the next day you curl out some brown flakes. It'd be even worse if you looked down afterwards and saw Flake Brown staring back at you with his little folky face and his giant marrow fingers bleeding profusely from playing his 10p guitar. 'Help the Overdog' is a collection of mental ramblings backed solely by his wee guitar, indebted to all sorts of old-school influences but with a modern day (occasionally sinister) weirdness to the lyrics, not to mention the fairly manic and nuts singing style he slips into every now and again. I guess I might've just described that whole 'freak folk' thing but since I didn't want to use that phrase there we got to go the scenic route. He's certainly a talented guy at doing that charmingly wonky Django-style guitar stuff. We reckon it sounds quite like David Thomas Broughton so if you're into all that kind of business this'll be well up your street.

Racebannon are back after a few years off from their gentle ballads with a new album that they like to call Acid or Blood. Why not both though, really? This starts off with a right old tune, 'Translucent Lifeforce' pulls your face off with heavymathriffing and nails it back on upside down with drumrollbooms. It's proper, dirty, sweaty ROCK. Imagine if The Blood Brothers shed their more emo tendancies and went super devil horns, or a less spazzy and complex but equally brutal Dillinger Escape Plan. The more mathy songs are great, it's when they go all-out metal that I start to have a bit of a problem.. The hardest thing I find with getting my head around them is the vocals, they're best kept to the little stories and mutterings rather than the big screamy bits that are probably supposed to represent some sort of climax of intensity but end up just sounding a bit unimaginative; I find that with a lot of this sort of thing so it could just be me. Definitely a recommendation though!

Hmm, bit of a contrast with Racebannon this one! We've gone from a band covered in blood with inverted pentagrams where their heads should be to an unbelievably cute little package. Let's Whisper is a cute name for a band, Make Me Smile is a cute name for the EP and 3" CD is a cute format. If the cream of the lolcats put a band together I imagine it'd sound quite like this, it's just that bloody cute.. Totally gentle, genuine twee pop on WeePOP! Honestly, it's really really hard to dislike this sort of thing.. It's just so nice. Like a baby with a bit of stray candy floss on its nose. Ant is a huge fan of children's television and reckons the one that goes 'I liked you better when you were eating ice-cream' would go off like fuck 'round Barney the dinosaur's gaff.

Why Is Bear Billowing? is the new thing from a man whose name is Lesser Gonzalez Alvarez, which leads me to hope that his dad's called Greater Gonzalez Alvarez. This is folky stuff out on Car Park, just voice and guitar that's very earnest-sounding and frequently very pretty. His voice is often reminiscent of Nick Drake, something we seem to say every week about some folk bloke or other.. Get some new influences, folk blokes! But he does it far better than most, to be fair. Ant reckons he sounds quite like Adrian Crowley, not heard him so I'll take his word for it..

The new Roots Manuva single is in on boths 7s and 12s, featuring more artwork with the top of our Rodney's head sliced off in a manner that reminds me of Indiana Jones and the Temple of Doom.. "Ah, chilled MC brains!" Along with his last single (which didn't do a huge amount for me I have to admit) 'Again and Again' confirms that he's gone well dancehall in his old age. This one's cool though, a totally bouncy mini carnival of a tune complete with parping trumpets. It makes me want to be a big arsed West Indian woman so I can jiggle my be-hind, as it is I'm a pasty white man who lives on turkey twizzlers and Tesco Value orange juice so I'm not even close to having the relevant equipment. The Arctic Monkeys mix on the other side intrigued us, being a bit of a weird fit, but it's actually pretty good. Almost electro or something!

Brian's got a collection of Girls World dolls that he grooms in tears while lamenting his lost locks, one time I went around to his house and he didn't answer the door for ages, when he did I walked in to find a little tea party set up with several tiny cups full of wholegrain mustard and a collection of empy chairs. After an uncomfortable conversation he eventually ushered me out but as I was leaving I saw a little pair of plastic eyes peeking out from inside a suspiciously crammed cupboard. I've never told anyone about this before. The Scratch are a band who do a kind of throwback, jaunty pop-garage rock thing that's good fun in a totally disposable sort of way. You can tell they don't take themselves very seriously which is pretty much a must if this sort of thing is going to be stomachable. We got a little poster with it with a classic quote saying that 'these kids are literally shitting transistor trouncing tunes by the hundredweight' which amused us for a few seconds until we moved on to the next inane bit of rubbish. It kicks off in a Shangri-Las style with some proper Northern bloke going 'Andy, have you dyed your hair?' before the song starts up, it's easily the highlight of the whole thing and now I've just ruined it for you. Soz.

I laughed at the label blurb on this one saying that comparing Crystal Stilts to The Jesus and Mary Chain is lazy, it kind of highlights the fact that it's inescapably true since they feel the need to go out of their way to dispute it. There are times on this self-titled six track mini-LP where the songs sound like they're going to morph into JAMC tracks at any second. There are other comparisons though, Chris is reminded of The Cure and the singer's reverb-drenched baritone drawl makes me think of Pete Kember and Morrissey's mutant lovechild flouncing around at a goth disco. I guess we'll be at a baggy revival soon since a few years back everyone was doing dodgy post-punk knockoffs and now everyone's into the mid-80s. It's not bad stuff but if you're into this sort of thing I'd say you're better off with the harder-hitting A Place to Bury Strangers or just going and buying Psychocandy if you've not already got it.. Every home should have one!

Brian's just learned to type with 2 hands properly. It's a real pleasure although my balls are starting to itch....

John Baker eh? He sounds like he should be a friendly Uncle cum Gardener or newsreader in the wee hours on Radio Hartlepool. Instead, he was Delia Derbyshire's best electro-bud (or should that be bod?) and is credited with being one of the pioneering forefathers of electronic widdly business. The 2nd volume has landed (why on earth they didn't come out as one set i'll never know? The power of the tease maybe?) I feel this second disc is very different from the first, delving more into sprightly cocktail jazz, tribal surf oscillations, haunting minimal piano experiments, cheesy listening muzak, interplanetary ray-gun blooping....and a fantastic Omo power foam advert that is off it's trolley! It's the "electro" advert jingles that entertain the most, they're essential but not merely for the nostalgia element but more the startling alien, whirring, space invader sounds underpinning a cherry info-accent explaining how the fuck to use yr giro. Cool. Ladies & gentlemen, we are floating down the bookies....Yes, apart from the execrable poncey piano version of 'I Wanna hold your Hand', this is a very entertaining 39 snippets of retro futurist madness & aural ephemera that'll make you smile, wince & frown in frustration trying to recall where you've heard that addictive little tune before. If you dug vol.1 then you need his little sister, she's sick mama.

Bird Show are a right Kranky bunch. Well a bunch of two to be precise, called Ben Vida & Greg Davis. These chaps are right psych surfers who conjure up images of some blissful harem in the middle of an Eastern oasis, proper meditative, tribal, widescreen & a little eerie. Ant is well taken with the chimes & bells they embellish their otherworldly plateau of sound with, the Indian flavoured percussion intermittently uses is deliciously hypnotic, lulling you into a state of giddy calm like nothing else this week. It's a most organic listen, like the purest exotic folk mixture interspersed with smatterings of electronic wibbling but I can guarantee fans of Animal Collective & Bradford Cox's more percussive out-there material will find plenty to drift away to, probably grinning insanely clutching a hookah pipe. A very absorbing journey, covering many psychedelic realms, this vibe is rooted in the 60's but this self titled CD sounds incredibly fresh and timeless, snaking along like an opiated krautrock Doors on one superb kaleidoscopic odyssey in particular. Smart sounds from a couple of mystical mofos. Ace.

Australia's Sensory Projects label has unleashed a few cool newies this week and I got two, the first being by The Sand Pebbles who do blissed out psychedelic FM rock that sounds like it was born in a desert straddling a Harley, toking on a Marley. It does have a carefree antipodean tinge about it's sunkissed grooves but the general feel of this 'Ceduna' album reminds me of bands such as Tall Firs bustling about with Hawkwind & Josh Homme whilst sipping Byrds flavoured cocktails whilst fried on peyote & valium. It's beautifully produced music with lots of doffed caps to the long haired, wider-trousered brigade. But this ain't a hoary load of old 70's rutting copycat rubbish. It's just a sunset on the beach pop album played with a bit of reverence & passion. I can even hear later period Clean & Chills in there somewhere, in the brittle guitars & squeaking organ, the occasionally wistful vocals. The guitars are intermittently lazy & duelling, like dogs playing in the heat and it's overall a feel-good album, one i feel pleasured to have heard. Quality stuff!

Cats in Paris are the latest hopes from Manchester trying to inject some spunk & originality into their cities legacy. And boy, do they succeed. Not a Joy Div bassline in sight not a Smithsian jangle to be heard or a Roses-esque monkey wail to be winced at. 'Courtcase 2000' is brooding groove-prog, & epic strange-pop. The single strikes me as up there with the best tracks from the last Chap album, and overall they have that same uncanny knack with timeless harmonies & sudden jarring dadaist deconstruction whilst keeping to a very melodic track, injecting some lovely mournful strings into the spaces between the motorik future pop. They've definitely latched onto the underground's new found love of classic analogue sounds, starchasing schizo indie pop epics and wonky, celebratory hook laden madness. They are like a cross between Add N to X and Johnny Foreigner so really a great deal of fun. The most important thing is, because of the ever morphing wall of intriguing sounds and the zig zag feel of it all, you're never bored. Also for fans of Kling Klang and TCFTSIST. on Akoustik Anarkhy, CD only.

The Rectifiers blew me away a few years ago with a remix album named 'Levy'. I dug it out the other week and it tripped me out again so what a surprise to find the guys are back with a new CD on Sensory Projects called 'Playtime for John Mountain' For me they're the true successors to Simian, the underrated Manchester psych-pop clan who fizzled out to become a cheesy electro disco act. Twinkling post Beach Boys melodies mingle with understated piano, lazy drums, string samples, brushed guitars, the vocals merely blissed lullabies and all dusted with kaleidoscopic electronic flourishes. It's nothing new (really doesn't NEED to be!), loads of times this sound has been attempted by lesser bands but these guys make such a warm, cinematic woozy sound and the songs breath all over your ears softly, caressing you, melting the days woes. It's a cup of tea after a hard day's work album for when you get home that'll get you in the mood to cook some delicious food (or maybe just indulge in something naughty be it narcotic or sexual!) It also shares it's patronage of classic bygone harmonies with the Elephant 6 brethren, that whole pastoral 60's vibe thoroughly dusted off for the modern age. Brilliant, inventive & timeless soul stirring pop!

A double 7" on Slumberland next from oldie indie hero Phil Wilson, formerly of C86ers The June Brides. 'Industrial Strength' is a covers EP of old Krautrock and Industrial songs rendered in a minimal Sarah records style! I'm gonna review it briefly and randomly. 'It's a Rainy day, Sunshine Girl' is all repetitive scratchy jangle over a drum machine with very quietly intoned lyrics, almost muffled. It sounds like a nervous Brilliant Corners demo, really charming and deliciously out of step with all todays hideous hair rock and poseur indie chancers. 'What Happens...Happens' is more introverted jangle over a drum machine, Kraftwerks's 'Neon lights' is flecked with a Ukelele (?) and has the most appealing poppy strum about it, a really, really sweet tune. I'm so glad that people are still making "the old music" like this, there's an absolute purity to it. 'United' is the Throbbing Gristle cover and sounds like early Field Mice! This is the only one where his meek vocals are particularly audible but no mind, this is a heartwarming tribute by a respected fringe artist to other fringe artists who influenced him on his quiet journey through the years. Indispensable for the greying John Peel acolyte in everyone!

Vivian Girls are the coolest bunch of girls i've seen on a record sleeve for a long time. They're posing in front of a stuffed bear n a record shop with bottles of beer. That gives me the horn, sorry! For the record 'tell the World' is scratchy, catchy lo-fi indie rock with echo laden Shangri-las vocals, like a primal undisciplined Sleater Kinney crossed with the B-52's doing '52 Girls' in a dustbin full of sawdust & bits of old wire. It's like a new genre I just made up Hauntindielogical! The flip tunes sound disembodied, and possessed like a shambling version of Thee Headcoatees if they were on K records and listened to Heavenly. They've got that utterly beautiful old trashed sound downpat and this yellow vinyl is essential for any collectors of uber cool underground US indie punk. Go girls!

Clint here bringing up the....um....rear....with......oh NO.....COME ON!!!....cheers guys - Does it Offend You Yeah? with their new 45 entitled "Dawn of the Dead" - I mean its not awful - not completely awful - some kind of thought has gone into it. Remarkably it sounds a little bit like a more electro-pop version of The Feeling. A catchy mildly forgettable inoffensive (ha!) tune. I would possibly leave the dial where it was if I heard this on the Jo Whiley show and that is the biggest compliment they are ever going to get from me. One of their dads is Human League producer Martin Rushent. I wonder what he thinks?

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