Buy, buy, BUY!...
City boy career envy, as sneered at
by poor punks
Remember your mate who moved to London only to fall into a mediocre
office job and the dull monotony of
city life? Hell, it might even be you. Anyhow, The Rakes have made a song about
the poor, ulcer-stricken, living-in-a-Shoreditch-shoebox-for-a-grand-a-month bastard. But it’s OK, you can tell your ‘mate’ that out of his over-priced, utterly yawnsome life they’ve
made something exciting! Rattly punk-by-numbers Ikara
Colt-type vocals cruise over urban surf guitar as tales of
going “down to Old Street Thursday night” and chatting
about your degree make this record pure, undiluted city
boy neurotica, except nowhere near as annoying, able to dance, and far better dressed. Buy, buy, BUY!