Was really hoping this would be a RiRi cover, but alas, it’s a shitty dose of drunken Brit guitar that tries to act clever with a tempo switch-up. Do these NME-knighted lads know what fate is in store? They’re bound to end up on the indie scrapheap alongside that band I can’t remember that sounded like The Libertines and that other band that sounded like the band I can’t remember. No one can remember. Enjoy it while it lasts (probs not long, ay), fuckers.
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