The Webb Brothers
...proof that grown-up trad-guitar pop needn't sound sedated and self-satisfied.More on
actually a poignant, beautifully observed ballad about denial
and self-delusion. Between crashing chords and crushing words, the Webbs anatomise a group of friends who are older, sadder and drunker than they
like to pretend - hopeful youth giving way to mid-life disappointment, boozy bravado masking bitter failure in a Swingers meets Trees Lounge way. Caustic yet vulnerable, this could be prime-time Elvis Costello or Lennon in tender mode, with shades of Evan Dando at his offhand best. It's a fantastic track too, proof that grown-up trad-guitar pop needn't sound sedated and self-satisfied.
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