Album Review: New Found Glory – ‘Radiosurgery’

A seventh album that advances the genre not an inch

Surely the return of [a]Blink-182[/a] should’ve been the spark that saw Lock Up Stage also-rans [a]New Found Glory[/a] explode from superfluousness. Instead, the Karl Pilkingtons of skate punk release a seventh album that advances the genre not an inch – growing pains bellowed along to ‘gnarly’ guitars and everything else that [a]Charlie Simpson[/a] made cringeworthy back in 2003. With pace set to ‘perky’, the occasionally impressive hooks of (oh yes) ‘Summer Fling, Don’t Mean A Thing’ and (oh no) ‘Dumped’ merge into a glossy mud from which nothing to rival ‘All The Small Things’ emerges. And if you’re not aspiring to the benchmark, why bother?

Mark Beaumont

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