Giving indie a bad name since 1998, this awful group's latest single borrows its verse and chorus directly from Pulp's 'Common People' and is about falling out with your girlfriend at a Flaming Lips gig. The singer's a drip and the guitars sound like mice. Pull yourself together, mate, you're a fucking mess.
Andy Capper
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