Make no mistake, this band is [i]adored[/i]...
These people obviously empathise, or else they'd only be here to chuckle at the sad losers who inhabit Hayman's bittersweet pocket symphonies, such as the wake-up call of 'Pull Yourself Together' (whose recurring, nagging riff is heavily reminiscent of Wire's 'Strange') and the confessional Velvets-esque beauty of 'I Stole A Bride'. A brass section, and guests vocals from indie stalwart Amelia Fletcher, are introduced to fill out the highlights of the new album 'We Love The City', resulting in a vibrant 'Good Fruit' and a celebratory 'The Greedy Ugly People'.
Make no mistake, this band is adored - maybe some people like nothing better than listening to ditties about characters whose personal life is far worse than their own. Oh, and the communal singalong reaches a crescendo when Hayman bellows out the closing ten-years-out-of-date-but-what-the-hell 'The Day Thatcher Dies'. Hey, these kids like their satchels and hair slides more than anything, but they're not gonna turn their nose up at a bit of cutely naive politics. God, he can even fit that one in. They must love him. And they do.
Viva la underachieva.
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