Terrorvision : Ill wishes
Earnest enough fellows, [a]Terrorvision[/a]; probably lovely to their mams, too. But heavy rockers? Pah!
Take this, single number 19 from their 'Shaving Peaches' album, if you will. It's absolute bobbins and it sounds like Slade The Bloody Leveller from New Model Army doing Brett Anderson karaoke with lyrics that make Noel Gallagher's drunken grunting sound like Marcel Proust's A La Recherche Du Temps Perdu. That they've compounded this lameness by shovelling two monumentally unimpressive remixes on the end on the infinitesimally small chance
that they might have another 'Tequila' on their hands makes them seem like desperate
money-grubbing cynics or intellectually bankrupt dorks.
Nice lads, though.
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