Hyped beyond all belief and not half as genius as the press would have you believe...
So yeah I fucking love them.
There's no escaping the comparisons to all manner of Brit bands, especially the Libs, but to be honest their songs so far mop the coke-lined floor with Doherty and Barat. His lyrics are truly witty and clever (the proof that love's not only blind but deaf; don't do major credit cards, doubt she does receipts etc.) and Mother of Muffins Almighty they have some funkadelic basslines. Just listen to Scummy (When The Lights Go Down) for the proof of that, tis amazing indeed. And the fact one of their worst songs managed to do what Coldplay, Franz, the Libs and Michelle McManus (well, again) can't quite reach shows they may well be [WARNING: NME OVERSTATEMENT IMMINENT] one of the most important bands of this generation, or at least a worthwhile distraction while we wait for the Strokes to figure out how to turn the distortion off on Jules' mic.
"Youre not from New York City, Youre from Rotheram, So get off the bandwagon and put down the handbook"
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We must take all of the medicines too expensive now to sell,
Set fire to the preacher who is promising us hell.
Into the ear of every anarchist that sleeps, but doesn't dream,
We must sing
We must sing
We must sing
I CAN'T TELL THE DIFFERENCE BETWEEN DEATH AND GLORY....
And Im so clever But clever ain't wise
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