Starsailor
Silence Is Easy

If only whiny James from Starsailor had sucked on Phil Spector’s gun in the same, voracious way that he does on the cock of corporate indie tunefulness; then, instead of us having to write some somnambulant bollocks about an ultimately pointless four minutes of pseudo-soulful bullshit, we could be busy scraping his skull off of the floor of an LA mansion and selling it back to the beige-ridden fools who buy into the Wigan four-piece’s admittedly perfected brand of middle-class miserablism.

So… yes. Nothing wrong with Starsailor per se. Just not really my cup of tea.