This is horrible. Truly excruciating. Instant disgust. (Imagine that in John Lydon's sneering drone). Rather like a plateful of tripe, or liver, or sprouts, - yes, insert your own here - put in front of you when you've not eaten in a couple of days, even if it's with the best possible intentions that's still exactly what it is. Insipid, unimaginably unimaginative dreary indie toss pop in Oasis, Verve, Blur lite manner (actually on the tracks I played it went Verve, Oasis, Beatles, Blur. I'm putting money on them just swapping them around a bit till the album finished). So unimaginative in fact, it's even more unimaginative than me not being arsed to come up with any variations on the unimaginative theme. Such tame, telegraphed, unadulteratedly tortuous, turgid bobbins is strange and interesting only cos it seems to come from something calling itself "The Committee To Keep Music Evil". Hey guys you failed disastrously, keep trying tho this is fun. The only positive thing to come out of this experience (I just played bits again to give em the benefit of the doubt before I started typing this up. I think that's made it worse) is that when the second song came on I took a risk and leapt off the crapper to change the CD. I couldn't handle it's foul putrid sewage spoiling the morning purification of my Guiness and red wine infested intestines any longer and fortunately the nearest CD to hand was The Knockout Pills.

Another strange and interesting point to raise (I'm not even thinking about them name checking the Mighty Mike Scott...) is that BOMP! seem to be involved in this in some way. Can only guess what that's all about. The fucking Last album and now this heinous crime. Might try and pass it on to ma sister but I don't think even she'll like it....so Vinyl Exchange it is then.