Yet another of those averagely-voiced, averagely-talented indie "singer-songwriter" fucks...
They wear black leather jackets and shades and smoke tabs and hold their guitars at the correct cock-machine-gun angle. And, now and then, they make required [I]neeneeeNAAAAAAAA[/I] noises with their “axes”. Wow. How could they possibly fuck up? Easy! By having, in their ranks, yet another of those averagely-voiced, averagely-talented indie “singer-songwriter” fucks. Result – this is [I]sooooo[/I] nothing special, it’s off the scale, man. A lesson for us all here. First thing you do when you form a band is find the hippy (there’s always one) and then purge the mutha. But wait! For the second track is entitled ‘Urgh!!!’, and it goes [I]uuuuuurgh![/I]. It can only be the sound of [a]Hoggboy[/a] strangling their symbolic “inner” hippy. Oh joy! Well done [a]Hoggboy[/a], and welcome.