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Glint, you are not wrong. You are joyfully, hopelessly, deliriously right. I saw them a couple of weeks ago at the Brixton Academy, and it was pop, it was ethereal, it was strings, and steel bands, and lisping choruses and funky dancing. If it hadn't been for the prattling morons at the back yelling 'turn it up' rather than shutting the fuck up and listening, it would have been A Perfect Gig.
All this, and they're Scottish, too. We should all be thankful, and the buffoons playing their Limp Bizkitz LPs can go and fuck themselves, all the while whinging about being forced to clean their rooms and how girls are all bitches, no doubt. |
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