If ever a band slit its own throat, it was Big Pink. They released a spectacular debut record a couple of years back then played a frankly embarrassing set at The Hi-Fi, in which singer/guitarist Robbie Furze strutted around like a great posturing eejit, making it impossible to take seriously their stadium-scale indie rock anthems. Stay Gold has the same bombastic thrust as Dominos, and the same slow sweeping melody, but all I hear now is a silly, self-regarding would-be rock star who likes to pump the air with his fist and strike a pose on top of the fold back speakers.
The Big Pink : Stay Gold
