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Bath's Tenner literally can't stand still, and with perfect synchronicity, neither can their music.
of 2000's brightest talent, and thereby periodically snarl like Crashland, go Muse-operatically ape and, despite singer Jake Robertson's Dickensian youth appearance, come across as nice boys that could happily share their toys with Coldplay.
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For once, vague familiarity doesn't breed contempt. Rather than merely copying any of those bands, they submerge their influences in their own scorched-earth guitar tactics. So while a song may start with the general bounce of the naïve punky apprentice, it can quickly switch into something much more emotionally and musically fevered.
More importantly, their jump-start nature doesn't annoy because it's not vacuous dilettantism that drives their shifting shades, but an unfettered desire to constantly shed their skin. It also means that while bandying around terms like 'multifaceted' and 'complex' might normally sound like a pow-wow between A&R men, Tenner actually turn such dry observations into cherishable accolades.
Moving from the brooding catharsis of 'Last Chance' (from their forthcoming 'Nature's Meaning' EP on Food) to the instinctive sneer and bellowed psychosis of debut single 'Where Do You Come From?', they are clearly as intent on entertaining as enlightening. Tonight they reveal themselves as potential contenders. From here, all you have to do is watch them go.
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