Hold on Now, Youngsters
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Romance is Boring

What happened to my spazzy Welsh peeps? Are
they headed down a path to being “serious” musicians. This isn’t
what we want from our Welsh. You’re the clown princes of indie
pop here, not fuckin’ Leonard Cohen.
You all have the same surnames, though aren’t related—and they
all end in exclamation points fer Christ’s sake. I mean the
lyrics for the most part are still wacky and whatnot, but there
is some emo woe is me shite in there including religious disillusionment
and bulimia and way too many mid-tempo samey sounding songs
and some others like “Plan A” that screech worse than a Sleater-Kinney
CD chewed up and shat out by a yippy lap dog. He does sing
“cock” in "Straight in at 101,” which makes me smile (not
cuz I love cock, mind you, just the attitude) but then they
slip into sleepiness with a song about what else but sleep.
I don’t know, the whole thing feels a bit like an unsuccessful
retread of their other stuff, but a failed retread at that—falling
in that black hole between being too noisy, not melodic enough,
but also, ironically, boring in its lack of highs and lows.
If it were your first exposure to the band you may be more impressed,
but knowing what they’re capable of only makes this one less
satisfying. In their growing up they’ve also grown more tiresome.
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Sticking Fingers Into Sockets

They're like the rockin', Scottish version
of Architecture In Helsinki.
You know, so adorable you just want to hug and slap them for
being so damn pop-like. I'm sure this cutesy music is meant
for sixteen year old girls (cool sixteen year old girls),
but I'll put aside my jock for a minute to absorb the twee bounce
of the xylophone and boy/girl vocals that make this ep absolutely
irresistible. The fact they do a cover of Pavement's
"Frontwards," one of the best songs of all time, just
adds to my respect for a band I have no right liking, but will
carry on carrying on as if my delicate virtue depended on it.
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We Are Beautiful We Are Doomed
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