Things I thought about while listening to this song...
When was the last time anyone went to a disco? I think I went to disco's at primary school. When I was older I went to pubs and clubs. Discos have not been part of anyone's growing up for at least fifteen years. So why are this band of young people singing about something they could never have done?
Who is this music meant to speak to? Little tales of things that could have happened in any adolescence? Creating supposed pain and self-deprication through a slightly different telling of the stories told by shit indie bands for years and years and years? Whingy, anaemic vocals, standard, unremarkable tune and uninspired lyrics – yep, I could be talking about any Wombats song, but specifically the one named at the top of this review.
When did indie music become so smug and self-satisfied? When did the weedy men with the shit haircuts stop having the charm and become so assured that they will win the hearts of many with uneventful yarns about being weedy and awkward?
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What is the point of The Wombats? Twee little cretins who got lucky out of the plethora of bands that SOUND JUST LIKE THIS that are everywhere.
Who would win in a knife-fight between The Kooks and The Wombats? How difficult would this be to arrange, do you think? Surely they'll be on the same festival line-up. Spot of absinthe, a bit of suggestion, a selection of choice blades. “Oi, Kook – that Wombat said you sound like a tenth-rate Beatles.” “Hey, Mr Wombat, that Kook says you are so indie that Menswear want to support you.”
A reviewer can dream...
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