Another in the long line of 'indie bands who aren't really indie bands' (i.e. on a major record label, big shiny production and singalong choruses - this is pop music we're talking about), Clocks are a four-piece from Epsom whose none too inspiring list of influences include Oasis, The Zutons and The Kinks.
So we have jangling guitars, choruses to nod your head along to and lyrics like "dazzingly pretty, sparkle in the city" and no sense of originality or excitement whatsoever. They're following in the inexplicable success of the likes of Scouting For Girls, Grace and Ghosts, and as such it's hard to really root for them.
Island will invest a hell of a lot of money in them, you'll hear them a lot on the radio and instantly forget everything about them and they'll probably be halfway down the bill at the second stage of every festival this summer. There is absolutely no reason for bands like Clocks to exist, simply because it's all been done before. Yet that won't stop people buying their records, depressingly enough. Crap name, as well.
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