Stealthily triangulating the wimpiest bits of Bombay Bicycle Club and Foster The People, Reptar’s nervy twangs and Graham Ulicny’s vocals are painfully choked – and there’s no way such tinny, asthmatic fare could sustain five minutes of activity, the length of time this rot overstays its welcome. Still, when you’ve got sunstroke at a festival this summer, you’ll temporarily convince yourself that it’s “euphoric”.
Laura Snapes
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PG4dLtVmap4