Boring garage. ‘Nuff said
Jet, The Bootleg Beatles and Stone Age Man himself could this week have released tracks made out of nothing but a piece of twine and some flint and nothing – not even someone shouting ‘Be PREPARED, you are about to hear the most pedestrian ballache of a garage-rock record ever!’ on a megaphone – could prepare you for this. Even three years ago, when by law all music had to contain less than three chords and a sweaty man yelling about getting pissed, this would give you the urge to apply a hacksaw to your ears. Now it just makes you shrug your shoulders and pine for a Mystery Jets record instead.