Dirty Pretty Things - Bang Bang You're Dead

Review by Thomas Blatchford

So there it goes then. There goes the fetid remains of the New Rock Revolution (use by: 2002) floating haphazardly down the Thames, wrapped in a few scraggly front pages from The Sun and smelling of Chas and Dave’s navel fluff. Granted, it’s not like there needs to be any more nails driven into this laughably scraggy leather-bound coffin, but this looks like it’ll be a sad end to any remaining glimmer of hope that the dream of Albion is still alive.»