Two kings of the indie dancefloor unite for a warm, timeless take on 20th century pop and rock
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Incoherent, but with a sad-eyed melancholy pounding where their hearts should be.
That's the first three songs, then: Finlay's restless, barbed pop scrawl writhing and lashing about like a nutter in a straitjacket, doing itself untold damage and gouging the odd punter. Graduates of the College Of College Rock, proudly showing off the leather elbow-patches on their plaid shirts, Finlay have thrown all their textbooks on the bonfire and are dancing in the embers. Just check out debut 'Little Dancing Solos', where singer/guitarist Adam drawls his way through the lyrics, as detuned guitars lunge and squeal beside him.
Finlay are thirsty, rabid pop-dogs all hepped up on broken-necked melodies and inexplicable crashes of noise. Incoherent, but with a sad-eyed melancholy pounding where their hearts should be. Devotees of that knife-edge strip between madness and genius should turn their attentions here.
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