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“Liverpool!” cries [a]The Automatic[/a]’s Rob Hawkins. “It’s been fucking ages since we’ve been here!” To be precise, it’s been almost a year and a half. The Automatic played two shows…

Poor old The Bloody Automatic. Cursed with the ability to squeeze out club, terrace and playground-razing earworms like golden goose eggs, and all they wanted to do was be a…

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We’re not the ‘Monster’ band anymore. Our second album will surprise a few people. You’re going to see a darker side to us now. There you go, the next six…

This is not only the worst-named, but the rawkest of the weekend’s offerings. First stop on our tour of this 10,000-capacity, one-day event are local boys Dopamine, whose soulless punk-pop…

What’s that coming over the hill? It’s The Automatic, Benzedrine-fuelled punk pixies with the sort of energy reserves that could reverse a Californian black-out, if only we could herd them…

Two teenage girls belt through the doors, sweat muddying their mascara, panic in their eyes. “Did we miss ‘Monster’?”, they wail. NME reassures them that The Automatic have only just…

The past couple of years have been kind to Glamorous Indie Rock’n’Roll, with Britpop: The Next Generation giving rise to a new collection of freaks and heroes to put our…

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