Saw these guys the other night in Canberra. They nailed a set in front a crowd of small but vocal fans. Having read a couple of reviews of their album Rookie, it's clear that this sort of sweet-voiced-guitar-ballad-music is seen as the past, with synth-infused jingly-jangly-shouty-chorused-bop-pop the present.
As one of my friends once said about singersongwriters, 'get a fucking drum kit'.
That said, this song is sweet and anthemic.
And it has a drum kit.
So fuck you.
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Wednesday, September 25, 2013
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