The Drums


Oh, Jesus. This is what ALL indie sounds like to people who actively despise indie. Tinny, whiny boys in their teeny tiny trousers singing tiddly widdly songs to teeny weeny teens. And didn’t the Rakes do that play-everything-just-that-little-quicker than-is-advisable thing about 5 years ago? At least they had the grace to sing about stuff we can all relate to. Like getting fucked and having shit jobs. Nobody, repeat, nobody wants to hear about SURFING. Certainly not in January. Not when it’s -5 outside, you berks. Expect: H&M ‘The Drums’ range. Underwhelming, undernourished debut album.

Jim Brackpool