[B]'Hurry Up And Wait'[/B] is a pretty bland go-on-torch-the-holiday-cottage-you-know-you-want-to example of the 'Phonics' traditional and parochial art...
As you should probably know by now, the reason that we don’t like the square-headed monkey-boy ankle-biters the Stereophonics isn’t anything to do with their songs at all, it’s just because they’re Welsh, and this is a point we shall subliminally explore in this review.
‘Hurry Up And Wait’ is a pretty bland go-on-torch-the-holiday-cottage-you-know-you-want-to example of the ‘Phonics’ traditional and parochial art, but the main problem with it is that – unlike most of their singles – it’s as drab as the scenes of urban unfulfilment it describes. Depressing enough notion to hear a song about being trapped. Much worse to have it acted out by the song itself.
Oh, and another thing. Stereophonics have a big old beef with people at [I]NME [/I]for not knowing anything about music. According to them, Kelly Jones’ brother coined the phrase ‘Hurry Up And Wait’. And not, for example, Blondie, or anyone like that. Berks.