These guys were saddled with being the next Smiths, the next big English thing, by an English press desperate for a flagbearer for an English rock resurgence, a forgotten isle in the sea between Madchester and Britpop.
This isn't just my periodic stab at actual writing, it's really the easiest way to understand what this album sounds like: like a post-Smiths band with all the moaning and mellodrama, with a pre-Oasis dollop of swirling guitars and 60's-70's-please-help-us-old-rock-gods revivalism. It's an English rock band that knows they need to bring something more to the table, but they still can't quite split from the church of Morrisey, arriving at something that's a little too self-serious, a little too self-conscious, running on a little too long, having fun occasionally in spite of itself 2.5/5
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