"World Was A Mess...", or taking routine sideswipes at Hoxton trendies in "Leave The City And Come Home". Save for the occasional dancefloor respite, there's little attractive about the lifestyle sketched out in these 10 songs, in which all emotions seem treated like imposters, accorded the same casual disdain even when "all the secrets are choking on your heart, tearing all the life from the stars". Given the band's punchy but bland modern-indie sound, much of the blame must be laid at the door of singer Alan Donohoe, whose muttered delivery
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