With their bigger and better second album, London-based indie/dance band Boxed In have earned their breakout moment
...a 19-track procession of pretend disco and A-level [a]Aqua[/a] novelty wank...
'Oh My God! They Killed Kenny' is happy hardcore as heard by a) very old people, or b) people on drugs which cause you to sprout antlers. 'The Heel' is appalling lo-fi line dance music with rock-chick vocals. These, staggeringly, are the most memorable moments.
For a band habitually described as 'irritatingly catchy' (hack shorthand for 'I really like this but I'm too cool to admit it'), Cuban Boys desperately lack hooklines, memorable choruses, gut-busting samples or... anything, beyond student-bar smirks and a rudimentary ability to program a drum machine. When you find respite in a Hixxy & Sharkey-style cover of The Offspring's 'Self Esteem', truly, you clutch at straws.
What nails the Boys as bargain-bin dead certs isn't their dedication to annoyance; it's that there isn't anyone around to annoy.
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