Ultimately they rage about as hard as the old lady who works in the Oxfam shop who's lost her glasses...
South Wales’ [a]Ruby Cruiser[/a] seem old beyond their years. Four cropped-haired, slightly tubby 22-year-olds, they make a queerly harmonious punk rock racket. Imagine [a]Foo Fighters[/a] assisted by a barber shop quartet.
There’s a pleasant naivety to songs like ‘Breakpoint With Googie’, and it’s a rough and disposable pop rather than punk that dominates their set. Although gnarly old punks in the audience huff like grandads about not having fought the punk rock wars for “the likes of these”, [a]Ruby Cruiser[/a] just about avoid the ‘comic’ flatulence of US dickheads like The Offspring and Green Day with their talent for riffing it up (see new single ‘(Wow, How Cool Is) Joe’s New Car’).
Still, it’s bubble-packaged and a little too easy to swallow. Ultimately they rage about as hard as the old lady who works in the Oxfam shop who’s lost her glasses. We’re left feeling slightly cheap and head home for a bit of Mogwai, who prove that for today’s real punk rock upstarts playing slow is the new playing fast. [a]Ruby Cruiser[/a] must have missed that meeting.