It’s not quite the superhero film revolution we were promised, but it sure as hell is entertaining
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...the songs have names, but no identities. Christ, they even make the feedback sound polite...
co.uk hate to be compared to Green Day, understandably. So let's get one thing straight - from the baggy shorts and dyed hair to the offensively inoffensive punked-up college rock - co.uk are nothing like Green Day. Not even remotely.
The Internet reference is entirely appropriate, though. There's that initial buzz - the feeling that the world is within your grasp. Quickly followed by the deflation of realising there's nothing there that you really need. There are brief moments of promise: the buzzsaw blast of 'Freakazoid' and 'Not Today' with its Elvis Costello melody steal, but elsewhere the songs have names, but no identities. Christ, they even make the feedback sound polite.
They jump up and down and quite possibly mean it (maaan) but they're so lacking in style, substance, attitude or wit (Welsh sheep-shagging jokes, for fuck's sake) you almost want to break down and beg Symposium to reform. Almost.
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