Zachary Cole Smith has overcome a multitude of problems to make this intensely powerful album
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So, the Next Big Thing: quite a lot like the Last Big Thing. But with better tunes...
Dublin's Turn offer us plenty we've heard before, but frontman Ollie Cole's angst is as unconvincing as a drama-school dress-rehearsal. Doubling over and screwing up his face, he wants to look like Linda Blair in The Exorcist - but instead, he looks more like Graham Norton. Annoyingly, he chirps, "We rock!" with cheerful incongruity between songs. Disposable pop has a new face, then - and it's one contorted in a grimace of faux-agony.
Wilt, on the other hand, understand supply and demand. They used to be Kerbdog - ten-a-penny Irish grungers, touting generic rock burnouts. But give or take a wayward bassist, they're back! They're pop! And they come with a single, 'Radio Disco', that, rightly, has muscled its way on to daytime Radio 1.
Theirs is not the ten-point marketing plan approach to pop stardom - fantastically-named frontman Cormac Battle forgets his lyrics, and simply swears through the quiet bit of 'It's All Over Now' - but their H|sker-D|-meets-Green-Day approach might just make them the latest slapstick champions of unashamedly dumb rock'n'roll. So, the Next Big Thing: quite a lot like the Last Big Thing. But with better tunes.
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