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Actually laughed at loud when Essien scored.

who illustrates in the Guardian Guide sometimes.

ever

I'm trying to think of ways to fault that playlist but I really can't, you've even included Arnofio/Glo in the Dark. I'd substitute Juxtaposed (never liked it) for Sidewalk Serfer Girl which I declared to my bored parents as the best song ever in 2001, and still stand by.

who wouldn't stalk him given half the chance

I don't bother with the rest.

There was a point to the first half, but it drowned in a sea of complete waffle. C+

you big silly

I find her presence pretty obscene as well

who here has actually sat all the way through it?

is the new rapscalion-jones. or new rose-kitten. or new ghoul. discuss.

not really a fan of the rest of their stuff though.

because they are?

it's all about giant lasers now

the reason is, it sucked.

well made.

Their last tour, it wasn't mine

"t nerve of phome ppl"

Why does class always get involved with bands like this? The Twang are shit, the majority of people are stupid. That's it.

Recent trends have been favourable towards thug rock, "pioneered" by Kaiser Chiefs and Kasabian, the second shit wave being the Fratellis, the View et al. This is unfortunately very comparable to the fag end of Britpop, when record contracts were thrown by an increasingly desperate industry at any four numb-headed lads who could pick up a guitar and a tinnie at the same time.

The Twang are the logical end. I suspect we'll see "indie" collapse in on itself in the next few years, and be replaced by some other genre in the hearts of the mainstream music consumer. As for the Twang themselves, put it this way, have you heard much from Hurricane #1 of late?

but yes, too long. Easily could have done without Education, Steam Engenius, We've Got Everything and Invisible just for starters. But Parting of the Sensory is one of the best things I've heard all year.

tide, going out, staying out.

Think I prefer Sweet Dreams Sweet Cheeks though.

I don't even know why, because it's neither better nor worse than any of its aural-equivalent-of-a-disappointing-handjob brethren. I think it's entirely down to the way she pronounces the word "umbrella".

just really really average

you are wrong. You did however shoot yourself in the foot with the very first sentence, so I knew not to take your review very seriously. Thanks for that, at least.

no.

The best part of the song is the first 30 seconds. Y'know, the bit without words.

cannot understand the fascination with this lot. This is shit, like the rest of their stuff.

pointless and predictable nostalgic whinge-athon about the advancement of technology. This thing about cassettes is so Belle and Sebastian that it makes me want to eat my hand. I used to have a tape player, and used to make mixtapes as well. It was shit.

Look at 'em, in that picture. They're unhappy. Moody, even. You've got WIRES. UH. Going in. UH.

I'm not buying it. What if someone sees it? Might as well kill myself now.