Ahhhrghhhgghghghghghbleughhhh!!!!!!! This is nothing short of Keane-Lite Coldplay-Cola, and that’s saying something. The singer lets himself down by sounding exactly like Chris Martin, and the rest of the band go at it like they’re bashing out that hideous Football single from Embrace (that shall remain nameless). FOUR DAY HOMBRE are not even pretending they are anything otherwise.
Shit, shit and treble shit. This is a disappointment, it started so well – there are flashes of inspired harmonies in the chorus, and the song is actually quite good – I really wanted to like this track! But this particular writer harbours a pathological distain for Coldplay and all their castrato heart-felt hanger-oners.
When will the good people of this country get the message that this genre of music is boring. BORING BORING BORING! *Writer throws herself onto the floor and sobs loudly into a dirty hanky*
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