With their bigger and better second album, London-based indie/dance band Boxed In have earned their breakout moment
Gene : Fill her up
This is the sound of lime segments being poked into bottled lager, of white stilettoes snapping on floor level lighting.
How many times can Bernard Sumner and Johnny Marr dig up the decomposing corpse of 'What Do You Want From Me?', stick some Supertramp harmonica on it, and call it a new album? Surely this is the point when a nation of chartered
finally put the student disco glories of 1984 behind them and start realising what a huge waste of taxpayers' money the pop royalty really are.
This is the sound of lime segments being poked into bottled lager, of white stilettoes snapping on floor level lighting. And it will
advertising a student banking offer on a TV near you soon.
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